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OohOohFuck do you know 'bout my passion?Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?Fuck do you know 'bout my struggle?Fuck do you know 'bout Jermaine?They say the Lord's timing is divineAnd I walk with Him, so that explains mineCole, deep down you may findAll that pain creates a strange bondSlums connected like the drums in a bass linePetrified of death and poverty, I chase mineLike breathalyzer tests, I'm tryna walk a straight lineMeditating for a better state in my deranged mindTill I saw the Buddha poseAnd realized he throwin' gang signsI guess the lesson is you can't escape crimeEven when the strays flying, I remain calmFayettenam, you my heart, but at the same timeIf I'm being honest, I can feel that flame dyin', uhSo I'm ridin' through the city streetsReachin' for a memory to hang onGoin' backwards like a penaltyTo see a younger me, but that day's goneWild times looking up at cloud nineHow high can Jermaine climb?Remember when they ain't respond when you holla?Funny how a few dollars can change mindsFuck do you know 'bout my passion? (Ta-ra-ra, ra-ra)Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?Fuck do you know 'bout my struggle? (Ra, ra, ra, ra, ra)Fuck do you know 'bout Jermaine?Ten toes is down on the pavement (Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra)Umbrellas don't stop no rainNiggas, they die everyday (Ra-ra, ra-ra-ra)Fuck the world, let's run a trainSince I was a pipsqueak, lean on survival instinctsOn backstreets, where they're tearin' up heartsLike them guys in NSYNC*Codeine in they soda, dirty poppin' plus how the ends meetWhen serving rock on deserted blocks tryna cause a frenzyTo profit quickly, I'm passin' by, my pockets emptyTryna to make a legal dollar seem harder than guarding WembyWhen you're hardly six feet tall, if somehow I could ballI better work hard on my handles'Cause niggas gon' try to rip meDon't wanna RIP, but if I leave, know God'll lift meI'd rather sit inside a BentleyAnd be the owner like providin' kidneysI know the love does not extend deepI choose my homies wiselySeen too many die from friends beefBig dreams to change the world back when I ride a ten-speedYouthful delusion thinkin' through music I could end griefWhen too many bodies get piled up in these rivals' historiesSo stoppin' this violenceIs like bringing the Gaza Strip peace, uhSo I'm ridin' through the city streetsReachin' for a memory to hang onGoin' backwards like a penaltyTo see a younger me, but that day's goneWild times looking up at cloud nineHow high can Jermaine climb?Remember when they ain't respond when you holla?Funny how a few dollars can change mindsFuck do you know 'bout my passion? (Ta-ra-ra, ra-ra)Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?Fuck do you know 'bout my struggle? (Ra, ra, ra, ra, ra)Fuck do you know 'bout Jermaine?Ten toes is down on the pavement (Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra)Umbrellas don't stop no rainNiggas, they die everyday (Ra-ra, ra-ra-ra)Fuck the world, let's run a trainFuck the world, let's run a trainFuck the world, let's run a trainFuck the world, let's run a trainFuck the world, let's run a trainIn a worldIn a worldIn a world
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