Lamar Or question my character and degrade me on every blog Want you to love me like nelson, want you to hug me like nelson I freed you from being a slave in your mind, youвЂ™re very welcome You tell me my song is more than a song, itвЂ™s surely a blessing But a prophet ainвЂ™t a prophet til they ask you this question: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?Дo you believe in me? Are you deceiving me? Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be? Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime? Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line? If IвЂ™m tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car Would you judge me a drug kid or see me as k. When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan (one two, one two, one two) When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?

The ghost of mandela, hope my flows they propel it Let these words be your earth and moon you consume every message As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:

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