
Guilty Verdict Don Trip & Marqus Clae
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[Intro]
I
Yeah, yeah
That's all I know
That's all I know
That's all I know
That's all I know
I, that's all (DTdaKidd)
That's all I know (Beat those drums)
[Verse 1: Marqus Clae]
I'm the reason for the problems I face, now I'm convinced
Purple rain, pain smother me bad, Michael and Prince
I know that karma's a bitch, what goes around comes around
And as of late, I'm drownin' in scriptures, hoping I get a glimpse of understanding
I've been the recipient of some blatant underhanded
Situations that was granted from complacent antics
I gotta change up my ways and refrain from remaining ashamed
When I stare in the mirror, the image I see is a stained
Polaroid who has yet to finish dеvelopin' in frame
I don't wanna resort to sеttlin', dog, I'd rather hang myself
But I'll be damned if I give you niggas the satisfaction, so let me contain myself
I'm the product of the slums where we profit from the crumbs
Drums on our guns to ensure that we see another sun
'Cause nobody's promised twenty-four hours in this bitch (Yeah)
So all we know is try to get a dollar in this bitch
I
Yeah, yeah
That's all I know
That's all I know
That's all I know
That's all I know
I, that's all (DTdaKidd)
That's all I know (Beat those drums)
[Verse 1: Marqus Clae]
I'm the reason for the problems I face, now I'm convinced
Purple rain, pain smother me bad, Michael and Prince
I know that karma's a bitch, what goes around comes around
And as of late, I'm drownin' in scriptures, hoping I get a glimpse of understanding
I've been the recipient of some blatant underhanded
Situations that was granted from complacent antics
I gotta change up my ways and refrain from remaining ashamed
When I stare in the mirror, the image I see is a stained
Polaroid who has yet to finish dеvelopin' in frame
I don't wanna resort to sеttlin', dog, I'd rather hang myself
But I'll be damned if I give you niggas the satisfaction, so let me contain myself
I'm the product of the slums where we profit from the crumbs
Drums on our guns to ensure that we see another sun
'Cause nobody's promised twenty-four hours in this bitch (Yeah)
So all we know is try to get a dollar in this bitch
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