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I pray that the lord forgive me for my sins, me for my sins, me for my sins\nAnd I feel like I'm going to hell but I pray to my god that this isn't the end, damn\n\nAin't nobody that will ever get up on a beat competing with these poets\nCompeting with this notion, a murder with a villain, spilling my devotion\nIs at a higher level so people have never seen it\nThey fiending to get the purpose diverted from any meaning\nTo find the root of happiness, hope it really exists\nInsisted you sit and press play and sift\nThrough the words of a nigga that presented you a gift\nWhen I hit em with the real it make the people feel It never\nMade em feel that you should reconsider\nGet em with the venom\nI'm finding it kind of funny\nExaggerations of money\nHave saturated the sound with a cynical sayonara\nDisintegrated your energy\nEmphasizing with empathy\nEmpathetic erratic, oh\nOrchestrated this symphony\nFormulated a plan with the lyrics I've written\nSuicidal psychopath someone save me, don't forgive me\nLord! Do you even hear me when a motherfucker talkin\nI'm takin all of my pain and make it the center piece\nAnd I'm open to promiscuity that you promised to never pass\nThinkin all the pain that I'm feeling will probably really last\nLiving in the past with my negative type of mind state\nThey bouta manifest it Confess I dealt with depression\nI was suicidal as an adolescence\nI was steady stressin\nLookin for the reason why anybody should live with all my fucking isolation\nI know you see what it did\nI'm paranoid, I'm talkin to myself, a nigga wanted out\nBut I was sitting in the corner\nFeeling like a loner\nContemplating what what the fuck a nigga finna do\nI got a blade and a bottle of pills to keep it real\nI be taking every one till a nigga feel ill\nI don't wanna be insane\nBut there was no one to blame\nSlit wrists\nBlood drips\nIt dissipated my pain\nFuck!\nKill em with the flow, I said I'm minding my business\nSo what the fuck are niggas spending the impeccable feeling\nRepetitive the plan is develop a sentence\nThey hearin, it wasn't becoming dependent\nI'm picking up a pack a pencil\nI could paint a batch of pictures depicting my whole story\nAnd given my whole life find a nigga in the gutter\nSuccumb into his advice\nCalled Christ mother fucker\nThe relic of sacrifice\nAnd I wanna be the greatest\nSo that you cannot debate it\nNever talked to mother fuckers or suckers that could not take it\nBerrating What I'm doing, proving hatred eliminated them all\nConsidering me the god\nDisintegrating my opponents, I'm leaving people appalled\nYeah, heh heh, yeah\nDisintegrate my opponents, I'm leaving people appalled\nDisintegrate my opponents, I'm leaving people appalled\n\nMy nigga I pray to the lord that we make it\nSalvation is me being faded, sedated\nI'm soaking and sin and my secrets forsaken\nBut lately my nigga, I don't give a fuck\nMarijuana induces my paranoia\nFuck it, I'm freeing my mind like a mason\nWhen facing a J\nI'm adjacent to Jason\nMasking my pain, and erasing the aching\nInvesting into all of my business\nThe labels just want a percentage\nThe concept of branding an image\nWait niggas just really don't get\nKAAN\nBrandon, image\nThey my mother fucking niggas\nAnd I'm getting premonitions\nScribbling all my writtens\nThe difference between sleeping and having a fucking vision\nIs I plotted for the profit\nThe plot properly thickens\nLucid dreaming, reality\nA percentage maintains society\nReligion, pussy, power, puppet politicians\nPraying that a nigga fucking flip a key\nMake examples out of niggas tryin me\nMoney, pussy not defining me\nThey compare you to your own companions\nNow them same niggas be your new rivalries\nLord, why these niggas wanna plot on me\nThey throwin shade, takin shots at me\nSo I'm ridin round with that pocket rocket\nPull up, James Harden when I pop a three, nigga\nYou either gettin paid or you gettin played\nAnd if you ain't with it than you in the way\nSo nigga, fuck what a fuck nigga gotta say now\n\nDamn, god damn, damn. I pray that the lord forgive me for my sins, me for my sins, me for my sins\nAnd I feel like I'm going to hell but I pray to my god that this isn't the end, damn","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.19] Lord, Lord\n[00:12.96] Yeah, alright let's do it\n[00:15.12] Ooh, and I just pray to God that we survive, that we survive\n[00:19.32] I asked the lord to give us wings so we could fly, so we could fly\n[00:22.73] And I just had a premonition that I died, I died\n[00:26.19] And now I can not go to sleep, I'm fucking terrified\n[00:28.98] Damn, god damn, damn. I pray that the lord forgive me for my sins, me for my sins, me for my sins\n[00:39.76] And I feel like I'm going to hell but I pray to my god that this isn't the end, damn\n[00:42.95] Ain't nobody that will ever get up on a beat competing with these poets\n[00:45.11] Competing with this notion, a murder with a villain, spilling my devotion\n[00:47.95] Is at a higher level so people have never seen it\n[00:49.41] They fiending to get the purpose diverted from any meaning\n[00:51.18] To find the root of happiness, hope it really exists\n[00:52.76] Insisted you sit and press play and sift\n[00:54.89] Through the words of a nigga that presented you a gift\n[00:56.25] When I hit em with the real it make the people feel It never\n[00:58.19] Made em feel that you should reconsider\n[00:59.52] Get em with the venom\n[00:59.95] I'm finding it kind of funny\n[01:01.07] Exaggerations of money\n[01:01.71] Have saturated the sound with a cynical sayonara\n[01:02.96] Disintegrated your energy\n[01:04.06] Emphasizing with empathy\n[01:05.04] Empathetic erratic, oh\n[01:05.98] Orchestrated this symphony\n[01:06.54] Formulated a plan with the lyrics I've written\n[01:08.49] Suicidal psychopath someone save me, don't forgive me\n[01:10.02] Lord! Do you even hear me when a motherfucker talkin\n[01:11.84] I'm takin all of my pain and make it the center piece\n[01:13.29] And I'm open to promiscuity that you promised to never pass\n[01:15.15] Thinkin all the pain that I'm feeling will probably really last\n[01:17.03] Living in the past with my negative type of mind state\n[01:18.73] They bouta manifest it Confess I dealt with depression\n[01:20.39] I was suicidal as an adolescence\n[01:21.36] I was steady stressin\n[01:21.66] Lookin for the reason why anybody should live with all my fucking isolation\n[01:24.58] I know you see what it did\n[01:25.72] I'm paranoid, I'm talkin to myself, a nigga wanted out\n[01:26.51] But I was sitting in the corner\n[01:28.01] Feeling like a loner\n[01:28.64] Contemplating what what the fuck a nigga finna do\n[01:30.27] I got a blade and a bottle of pills to keep it real\n[01:31.63] I be taking every one till a nigga feel ill\n[01:33.53] I don't wanna be insane\n[01:34.73] But there was no one to blame\n[01:35.11] Slit wrists\n[01:35.87] Blood drips\n[01:36.22] It dissipated my pain\n[01:36.93] Fuck!\n[01:37.93] Kill em with the flow, I said I'm minding my business\n[01:38.89] So what the fuck are niggas spending the impeccable feeling\n[01:40.56] Repetitive the plan is develop a sentence\n[01:42.20] They hearin, it wasn't becoming dependent\n[01:43.14] I'm picking up a pack a pencil\n[01:44.39] I could paint a batch of pictures depicting my whole story\n[01:45.48] And given my whole life find a nigga in the gutter\n[01:47.89] Succumb into his advice\n[01:48.28] Called Christ mother fucker\n[01:49.30] The relic of sacrifice\n[01:50.33] And I wanna be the greatest\n[01:51.28] So that you cannot debate it\n[01:51.87] Never talked to mother fuckers or suckers that could not take it\n[01:53.46] Berrating What I'm doing, proving hatred eliminated them all\n[01:56.32] Considering me the god\n[01:57.24] Disintegrating my opponents, I'm leaving people appalled\n[01:59.03] Yeah, heh heh, yeah\n[02:01.67] Disintegrate my opponents, I'm leaving people appalled\n[02:03.11] Disintegrate my opponents, I'm leaving people appalled\n[02:04.66] My nigga I pray to the lord that we make it\n[02:06.49] Salvation is me being faded, sedated\n[02:08.23] I'm soaking and sin and my secrets forsaken\n[02:09.70] But lately my nigga, I don't give a fuck\n[02:11.56] Marijuana induces my paranoia\n[02:13.76] Fuck it, I'm freeing my mind like a mason\n[02:14.91] When facing a J\n[02:16.08] I'm adjacent to Jason\n[02:16.98] Masking my pain, and erasing the aching\n[02:18.60] Investing into all of my business\n[02:19.62] The labels just want a percentage\n[02:21.71] The concept of branding an image\n[02:23.72] Wait niggas just really don't get\n[02:25.09] KAAN\n[02:25.96] Brandon, image\n[02:26.43] They my mother fucking niggas\n[02:27.14] And I'm getting premonitions\n[02:28.25] Scribbling all my writtens\n[02:29.10] The difference between sleeping and having a fucking vision\n[02:30.41] Is I plotted for the profit\n[02:31.55] The plot properly thickens\n[02:32.31] Lucid dreaming, reality\n[02:33.44] A percentage maintains society\n[02:35.62] Religion, pussy, power, puppet politicians\n[02:37.28] Praying that a nigga fucking flip a key\n[02:39.02] Make examples out of niggas tryin me\n[02:40.84] Money, pussy not defining me\n[02:42.33] They compare you to your own companions\n[02:43.84] Now them same niggas be your new rivalries\n[02:45.91] Lord, why these niggas wanna plot on me\n[02:47.55] They throwin shade, takin shots at me\n[02:49.28] So I'm ridin round with that pocket rocket\n[02:50.80] Pull up, James Harden when I pop a three, nigga\n[02:54.39] You either gettin paid or you gettin played\n[02:56.18] And if you ain't with it than you in the way\n[02:57.66] So nigga, fuck what a fuck nigga gotta say now\n[03:00.04] Damn, god damn, damn. 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shots at me\n  start_ms: 167550\n  end_ms: 169250\n- text: So I'm ridin round with that pocket rocket\n  start_ms: 169250\n  end_ms: 170800\n- text: Pull up, James Harden when I pop a three, nigga\n  start_ms: 170800\n  end_ms: 174360\n- text: You either gettin paid or you gettin played\n  start_ms: 174360\n  end_ms: 176100\n- text: And if you ain't with it than you in the way\n  start_ms: 176100\n  end_ms: 177690\n- text: So nigga, fuck what a fuck nigga gotta say now\n  start_ms: 177690\n  end_ms: 180060\n- text: Damn, god damn, damn. I pray that the lord forgive me for my sins, me for my sins, me for my sins\n  start_ms: 180060\n  end_ms: 189280\n- text: And I feel like I'm going to hell but I pray to my god that this isn't the end, damn\n  start_ms: 189280\n  end_ms: 194270\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 194270\nplain: |-\n  Lord, Lord\n  Yeah, alright let's do it\n\n  Ooh, and I just pray to God that we survive, that we survive\n  I asked the lord to give us wings so we could fly, so we could fly\n  And I just had a premonition that I died, I died\n  And now I can not go to sleep, I'm fucking terrified\n\n  Damn, god damn, damn. I pray that the lord forgive me for my sins, me for my sins, me for my sins\n  And I feel like I'm going to hell but I pray to my god that this isn't the end, damn\n\n  Ain't nobody that will ever get up on a beat competing with these poets\n  Competing with this notion, a murder with a villain, spilling my devotion\n  Is at a higher level so people have never seen it\n  They fiending to get the purpose diverted from any meaning\n  To find the root of happiness, hope it really exists\n  Insisted you sit and press play and sift\n  Through the words of a nigga that presented you a gift\n  When I hit em with the real it make the people feel It never\n  Made em feel that you should reconsider\n  Get em with the venom\n  I'm finding it kind of funny\n  Exaggerations of money\n  Have saturated the sound with a cynical sayonara\n  Disintegrated your energy\n  Emphasizing with empathy\n  Empathetic erratic, oh\n  Orchestrated this symphony\n  Formulated a plan with the lyrics I've written\n  Suicidal psychopath someone save me, don't forgive me\n  Lord! Do you even hear me when a motherfucker talkin\n  I'm takin all of my pain and make it the center piece\n  And I'm open to promiscuity that you promised to never pass\n  Thinkin all the pain that I'm feeling will probably really last\n  Living in the past with my negative type of mind state\n  They bouta manifest it Confess I dealt with depression\n  I was suicidal as an adolescence\n  I was steady stressin\n  Lookin for the reason why anybody should live with all my fucking isolation\n  I know you see what it did\n  I'm paranoid, I'm talkin to myself, a nigga wanted out\n  But I was sitting in the corner\n  Feeling like a loner\n  Contemplating what what the fuck a nigga finna do\n  I got a blade and a bottle of pills to keep it real\n  I be taking every one till a nigga feel ill\n  I don't wanna be insane\n  But there was no one to blame\n  Slit wrists\n  Blood drips\n  It dissipated my pain\n  Fuck!\n  Kill em with the flow, I said I'm minding my business\n  So what the fuck are niggas spending the impeccable feeling\n  Repetitive the plan is develop a sentence\n  They hearin, it wasn't becoming dependent\n  I'm picking up a pack a pencil\n  I could paint a batch of pictures depicting my whole story\n  And given my whole life find a nigga in the gutter\n  Succumb into his advice\n  Called Christ mother fucker\n  The relic of sacrifice\n  And I wanna be the greatest\n  So that you cannot debate it\n  Never talked to mother fuckers or suckers that could not take it\n  Berrating What I'm doing, proving hatred eliminated them all\n  Considering me the god\n  Disintegrating my opponents, I'm leaving people appalled\n  Yeah, heh heh, yeah\n  Disintegrate my opponents, I'm leaving people appalled\n  Disintegrate my opponents, I'm leaving people appalled\n\n  My nigga I pray to the lord that we make it\n  Salvation is me being faded, sedated\n  I'm soaking and sin and my secrets forsaken\n  But lately my nigga, I don't give a fuck\n  Marijuana induces my paranoia\n  Fuck it, I'm freeing my mind like a mason\n  When facing a J\n  I'm adjacent to Jason\n  Masking my pain, and erasing the aching\n  Investing into all of my business\n  The labels just want a percentage\n  The concept of branding an image\n  Wait niggas just really don't get\n  KAAN\n  Brandon, image\n  They my mother fucking niggas\n  And I'm getting premonitions\n  Scribbling all my writtens\n  The difference between sleeping and having a fucking vision\n  Is I plotted for the profit\n  The plot properly thickens\n  Lucid dreaming, reality\n  A percentage maintains society\n  Religion, pussy, power, puppet politicians\n  Praying that a nigga fucking flip a key\n  Make examples out of niggas tryin me\n  Money, pussy not defining me\n  They compare you to your own companions\n  Now them same niggas be your new rivalries\n  Lord, why these niggas wanna plot on me\n  They throwin shade, takin shots at me\n  So I'm ridin round with that pocket rocket\n  Pull up, James Harden when I pop a three, nigga\n  You either gettin paid or you gettin played\n  And if you ain't with it than you in the way\n  So nigga, fuck what a fuck nigga gotta say now\n\n  Damn, god damn, damn. I pray that the lord forgive me for my sins, me for my sins, me for my sins\n  And I feel like I'm going to hell but I pray to my god that this isn't the end, damn\n"}]