Valley Of Death

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The meek shall inherit the earth
 That's what the bible says
 Walk like a giant, talk like a tyrant
 Faith of a mustard seed, destined for a triumph
 David and Goliath, hate me or admire
 Kush burns slow as I chase my desires
 Embrace my empire, batta boy eat fire
 Guns like choirs when they sing, keep quite
 Will I get to Heaven? Turn to Psalm 27
 Lord knows when I see this monkey
 I'm gon' be the devil
 Be him 'cause I'm clever, beat him at whatever
 You never was a G, nigga, Unit ain't together
 New York's unified down south, love dat
 When we get to shine, muthafuckas where the love at?
 Real niggas gettin' money, betta log on
 Think da games dead now? Imagine when ya dog's gone
 Imagine when this song gone
 When ya phone off, there's only one to call on
 I mean if I die today
 I could honestly say, thank you, Lord
 Thank you, Lord, thank you, Lord
 I'm bigger than a title, bigger than a name
 You could label me the biggest title in the game
 Put food on the table, fed the whole city
 Tell me who be the fool if the Feds come get me
 Better years are better when you call it trendsetter
 The world so cold hope you got a lil' sweater
 Caught a lil case but he had a lil' cheddar
 Planned out the 15, poured his life in a letter
 Very first line he called, trick daddy stupid
 Say he got aids, tellin' people that it's lupus
 Not the one just to jump to conclusions
 I'm gettin' money, small talk can be a nuisance
 Broke chains, reminiscent to them nooses
 Sittin' on deuces, new land cruisers
 Who the fuck you callin' losers, you niggas losin'
 Look like you could use us
 When I bought my first Run DMC vinyl
 And my first 2 Live Crew cassette
 I woulda cried if I knew I would be where I'm at today
 Took me 40 minutes to walk there to buy it
 Call ya boy, A C.O. but if I really was
 When all these niggas undercover, fuckin' niggas up
 Keep it trilla, nigga never had a gun and badge
 Kept a nice, watch smokin' on a hundred sack
 Back in the day, I sold crack for some nice kicks
 Skippin' school, I saw my friend stabbed with a ice pick
 Young nigga 15 with 3 C's
 From that very day I carried on the 3 C's
 Can't criticize niggas tryna get jobs
 Better get smart, young brotha live yours
 Only live once and I got 2 kids
 And for me to feed them I get 2 gigs
 I shuffle shit, I ceo so we can bow our head
 And pray over the meatloaf
 I'm lookin' at the big picture
 Keep a bitch with cha, tryna get a bit richer
 I remember prayin' for, for me to just get the
 The opportunity to just get a record deal
 And now I sign artists
 Thank you, lord
 

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Duration
03:54
Key
1
Tempo
90 BPM

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