| Yeah.
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| I got some shit I need to get off my chest
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| So just shut the fuck up and listen!
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| The realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my life, in my life
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| In my life… in my life, in my life, in my life…
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| The realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my life, in my life
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| In my life… in my life, in my life, in my life…
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| In my life, my life, my life…
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| Time and time again, I ask myself
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| Who’s listening?
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| Who feels my pain?
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| Who feels my thoughts?
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| Who’s on the road that I’m travelling?
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| But I can’t complain
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| These are just my words
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| You would feel the same if you was in my skin
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| If you was in my shoes
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| And you went all the days that I went struggling and hustling
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| If you spent all the nights that my momma cried
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| Those endless nights, those weary eyes
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| Everyone in the house would just fuss and fight
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| Flipping over furniture, grabbing knives
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| We’d call the cops, here they come again
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| All the things in life I couldn’t comprehend
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| We ignored our problems, we’d just pretend
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| That they wasn’t there, like they didn’t exist
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| In Eastside Decatur our situation made us
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| React the the way that we did
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| All the nights that we had to freeze
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| «Oh no, huddle up, here comes the wind!»
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| On a stormy night in a flooded house
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| I can still hear the raindrops pourin' in
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| And they pourin' in, it’s pourin' in
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| I can still hear the raindrops pourin' in
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| The realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my life, in my life
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| In my life… in my life, in my life, in my life…
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| The realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my life, in my life
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| In my life… in my life, in my life, in my life…
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| In my life, my life, my life…
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| That’s why my attitude is «fuck the world»
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| I see most these rappers as a bunch of girls
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| Scary-ass niggas, this a poltergeist
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| Kick these niggas offstage like an open mic
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| Niggas know who I am behind the music
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| Even when they gone, I’mma still be here
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| I done made more money off a single album
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| Then you’ll probably ever see throughout your whole career
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| Y’all ain’t boss, y’all lightweight
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| We smoke pounds, y’all pound cake
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| That’s why real niggas don’t fuck with y’all
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| Y’all sweet to the air like soundscapes
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| And the crazy thing about it
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| I ain’t gotta do this rap shit
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| I could make a million off of royalties
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| And turn around and buy the rights to your masters
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| I ain’t gotta feel the fake persona
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| Full of goons in my squad who appear to be bolder
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| I’m from the ‘hood, man, I ain’t from the streets
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| I took a different path, the one that lasted longer
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| And now I’m straight for life, and my team is eatin'
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| And that’s all I owe, and that’s the way I see it
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| So leave me the fuck alone
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| And let me smoke this blunt to myself this evening
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| The realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my life, in my life
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| In my life… in my life, in my life, in my life…
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| The realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my life, in my life
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| In my life… in my life, in my life, in my life…
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| In my life, my life, my life…
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| What am I supposed to be?
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| Am I supposed to smile, am I supposed to grin, huh?
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| For White America to let me in
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| Should I assume a role that’s none threatening?
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| «Oh, Bobby Ray, you so cool in your raps»
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| «All that other garbage, you don’t talk like that»
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| Meanwhile, I just left the strip club an hour ago
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| Now I’m thinkin' bout turning back
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| Tell me who’s the author that writes the script
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| I’m what it means to be, to be a lyricist
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| Obviously, I’m in a league of my own
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| So I don’t get offended if I ain’t on your list
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| This takes me back, back in the day
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| ? |
| when I was broke as shit
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| Failed every test, every class I skipped
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| I was in my zone with a pad and pen
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| I didn’t understand, I was just a kid
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| So misunderstood, never had a friend
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| I was so depressed, always upset
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| Here I go, contemplating suicide again
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| I was all alone, I was out of touch
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| Little did I know that I was out of sight
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| So I kept my headphones all the way turnt up
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| Waiting for the moment when the time was right
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| Now the time is right
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| Now the time is right, yeah.
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| The realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my life, in my life
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| In my life… in my life, in my life, in my life…
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| The realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my life, in my life
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| In my life… in my life, in my life, in my life…
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| In my life, my life, my life… |