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[intro]
Aunque pase por el valle de sombra de muerte
no temere mal alguno, porque tu estas conmigo
tu vara y tu cayado me infunden aliento

Natti: Man i seen obscene times before this hip hop game came
Like the cops that check me, left me in mate
To a system where gingerbread men are to overbake
Put to work in the dirt for a buck and quarter a day
Choppin down trees for the next prison that's made
And separate us from slaves with thirty dollars in pay
The jailer got a tailor and a F-250
Standin on dirty acres feelin goddamn filthy
Natti stands for his, suckas crawl for others
Understand the biz or suffocate under covers
Cause somebody gets paid, our lemons are simply beginnings
My sweat been the sugar in some cracka's lemonade
Got my brother in baghdad, hands clenchin grenades
While we hustle like house niggas tryin to buy chains
Back asswards, for tryin to buy change
I'ma walk through the valley and rally through my pain nigga

Deacon: I'ma wear your confederate flag and be a rebel
Burn this witch down, gretel with heavy metal
Cancelled for pissin on our hopes and esteem
Since i's a youth seen it scenic like they broke in my dreams
Weave it together, i need all the yarn you can swing
From filthy farms we've learned about types of alarms we can ring
Are you gon listen? it seems the only sense you got is vision
And since we've shed our senses now the census steady slippin
And since we stopped our youth from prayin senselessness is livid
And the rich don't really give a fuck cause they don't gotta live it
I see hard livin every day, you never paid a visit
To y'all the hood's a museum, in truth we just exhibits
In truth we just some digits, a means to an end
By any means from our KY we gon win
Since y'all don't want to listen, i oughtta use fists in place of my pen
Maybe then all this shit will sink in

[outro]
Dwelled in the valley of death
Fell in the pits it holds
Been to the mountain top
Where streets are paved in gold
And i know
Only god can put out our flame
Until then we gon face our pain
And i know
Only god can put out our flame
Until then we gon stake our claim
On these dirty acres
[intro]   Aunque pase por el valle de sombra de muerte   no temere mal alguno, porque tu estas conmigo   tu vara y tu cayado me infunden aliento      Natti: Man i seen obscene times before this hip hop game came   Like the cops that check me, left me in mate   To a system where gingerbread men are to overbake   Put to work in the dirt for a buck and quarter a day   Choppin down trees for the next prison that's made   And separate us from slaves with thirty dollars in pay   The jailer got a tailor and a F-250   Standin on dirty acres feelin goddamn filthy   Natti stands for his, suckas crawl for others   Understand the biz or suffocate under covers   Cause somebody gets paid, our lemons are simply beginnings   My sweat been the sugar in some cracka's lemonade   Got my brother in baghdad, hands clenchin grenades   While we hustle like house niggas tryin to buy chains   Back asswards, for tryin to buy change   I'ma walk through the valley and rally through my pain nigga      Deacon: I'ma wear your confederate flag and be a rebel   Burn this witch down, gretel with heavy metal   Cancelled for pissin on our hopes and esteem   Since i's a youth seen it scenic like they broke in my dreams   Weave it together, i need all the yarn you can swing   From filthy farms we've learned about types of alarms we can ring   Are you gon listen? it seems the only sense you got is vision   And since we've shed our senses now the census steady slippin   And since we stopped our youth from prayin senselessness is livid   And the rich don't really give a fuck cause they don't gotta live it   I see hard livin every day, you never paid a visit   To y'all the hood's a museum, in truth we just exhibits   In truth we just some digits, a means to an end   By any means from our KY we gon win   Since y'all don't want to listen, i oughtta use fists in place of my pen   Maybe then all this shit will sink in      [outro]   Dwelled in the valley of death   Fell in the pits it holds   Been to the mountain top   Where streets are paved in gold   And i know   Only god can put out our flame    Until then we gon face our pain   And i know   Only god can put out our flame   Until then we gon stake our claim   On these dirty acres