Lord Knows / Fighting Stronger

Uh, Lord knows I'm filthy rich
 All this ice is like 50 bricks
 Rap niggas throwing hissy fits
 I give my bitch a stack just for a Christmas gift
 And my bitch so bad, she on my Christmas list
 'Member I prayed, really I wished for this
 To get the crib with the maid and with the picket fence
 I'm with some niggas that mad, we taking risks for this
 I'm talking, Lord knows that I repent for this
 But Lord knows if I get penned for this
 I prolly won't get home until I'm 56
 They say, I do not know why they be gassing these suckers
 But fuck 'em 'cause I am not feeling their shit
 Difference between me and most of these rappers
 I'm talking about work that I really put in
 Talking about pistols I put on my hip
 And I'm talking about foreigns I really could whip
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 Fighting strong, fighting strong
 Fighting harder
 Fighting strong, fighting strong
 Fighting harder, fight stronger