[Intro]
\n(DTdaKidd)
\n(Beat those drums)
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\n[Chorus: Soulful Skonie]
\nTryna get closer to God (Closer to God)
\nBut the Lord know my heart (Know my heart)
\nNiggas ain't on shit nowadays, so I stay with this rod, uh (Stay with this rod)
\nActin' like we peas in a pod, uh (Peas in a pod)
\nClaimin' that they down for whatever, but this shit a facade (Shit a facade)
\nI stayed a hundred, made it this far (Made it this far)
\nFuck actin' real, is that who you are?
\nTryna get closer to God (Closer to God)
\nTryna get closer to God
\nTryna get closer to God, yeah
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\n[Verse 1: Pif]
\nThe summer of '84
\nA blessing was born with devil horns and a halo
\nThey say I wasn't 'posed to make it, huh
\nFunny, I was day old
\nLook at me, thirty-three (Thirty-three)
\nThought I wouldn't even live to see еighteen (Eighteen)
\nNightmares turn to daydreams
\nMy life likе Friday the 13th
\n'Cause I duck the devil on the daily (Daily)
\nI can't let niggas play me (Play me)
\nThey hate to see a nigga make it (Make it)
\nThat's why I keep it off of safety
\nBut no ifs, ands, or maybes
\n'80s baby, born a pound and thirteen ounces (Thirteen ounces)
\nSome say I'm throwed off, I might need counselin', but
\nI never needed niggas' vouches
\nI peep the bullshit about you
\nI'm here to bring the bitch up out you
\nAnd I ain't shit like these rappers
\nI came too far to look backwards
\nI'm on the path to madness (Madness)
\nTurned misery to magic (Magic)
\nI'ma let a nigga have it, Crip with a passion
\nJaw jackin' get you closed casket
\nClosed captions, stone-cold bastard
\nSavage, nigga, compassionate with her
\nI'm gettin' at niggas
\nI'ma die 'bout mine, goin' out 'bout mine
\nAin't nobody straight when I'm out my mind
\nAin't nobody safe 'til I take what's mine (What's mine)
\nAnd I'ma take my time
\nYou ready? I'm takin' off (Takin' off)
\nYour head? I take that off (Take that off)
\nAnd I ain't finna take a loss
\nI get it back just to fuck it off (Fuck it off)
\nStack the twenties, the fifties, the hundreds
\nI'ma fuck it off Sunday, I'ma make it back Monday
\nOn my mama, I'm comin' (Mama, I'm comin')
\nNiggas touch a dollar, I'm dumpin', somethin' like
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\n[Chorus: Soulful Skonie]
\nTryna get closer to God (Closer to God)
\nBut the Lord know my heart (Know my heart)
\nNiggas ain't on shit nowadays, so I stay with this rod, uh (Stay with this rod)
\nActin' like we peas in a pod, uh (Peas in a pod)
\nClaimin' that they down for whatever, but this shit a facade (Shit a facade)
\nI stayed a hundred, made it this far (Made it this far)
\nFuck actin' real, is that who you are?
\nTryna get closer to God (Closer to God)
\nTryna get closer to God
\nTryna get closer to God, yeah
\n
\n[Verse 2: Don Trip]
\nSummer of '85
\nIn a concrete jungle, mama went and gave birth to a baby lion
\nToo much pride, I ain't beggin' for it, I'ma take what's mine
\nSwear to God, if this load get any more heavy, shit'll probably break my spine
\nAll my tears made a puddle, then my reflection told me to take my time
\nNot the stablest state of mind, pick at me and pick a day to die
\nMy attitude so flammable, nigga, play with pussy, don't play with fire
\nI don't share, you can't play with mine, I hold my head up to the grayest sky
\nTake a swim in the sea of dreams and I pray my grief don't weigh me down
\nHow I find every day divine, life's bittersweet like it tastes key lime
\nGladiator, even though we tired, we gon' chase this money 'til the day we die
\nI had a dream that it was you and me and we was kickin' it like our shoe untied
\nI woke up and I cried 'cause I still didn't get to tell you goodbye
\nAs I speak, tears in my eyes, hope these memories get me by
\nSend a message to God for me, if it comes from you, maybe He'll reply
\nAin't no Band-Aids for a broken heart, Neosporin to an open scar
\nI got all these guns, but when the reaper came, I couldn't hold them off
\nI miss my brother even though we fought, we made it further than our neighbor's yard
\nIf I could have one moment with you, brother, I would trade it all
\nShooting star, hopin' they grant a nigga just one wish
\nI swear it hurt a nigga like shit just to say the words "Long live Pif"
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\n[Chorus: Soulful Skonie]
\nTryna get closer to God (Closer to God)
\nBut the Lord know my heart (Know my heart)
\nNiggas ain't on shit nowadays, so I stay with this rod, uh (Stay with this rod)
\nActin' like we peas in a pod, uh (Peas in a pod)
\nClaimin' that they down for whatever, but this shit a facade (Shit a facade)
\nI stayed a hundred, made it this far (Made it this far)
\nFuck actin' real, is that who you are?
\nTryna get closer to God (Closer to God)
\nTryna get closer to God
\nTryna get closer to God, yeah
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\n[Outro: Soulful Skonie]
\nBe a heavyweight
\nThey pray that you fall, just stay out the way
\nAnd keep that rod on you every day
\nStay prayed up and ball on 'em every day
\nBe a heavyweight
\nThey pray that you fall, just stay out the way
\nAnd keep that rod on you every day
\nStay prayed up and ball on 'em every day, ooh\n\n
