Government tells us we have freedom, no one sees a problem
Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
Homicide on 'em, blaow! what's the problem?
Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun
Yea i need buck thats my fuckin problem
Homicide on 'em, blaow! what's the problem?
Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one
Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace
Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face
Top ranked, number one my son
But if you got a fucking problem
It's a permanent solution to a temporary problem
If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none
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