| That’s not love
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| That’s not love
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| That’s not love
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| Snakes in the grass, so I stay in the pavement
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| Survived the battle with animals and cavemen
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| And dead animals and dead men
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| I’m all in and my only friend is Amen
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| Keep your mouth cosed, you wanna know why you die
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| The answer’s right under your nose
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| Exposed to the street, in the game I don’t cheat
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| I just play my position, get MVP
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| I get money, don’t shit come free
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| It’s my life and I run it even when
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| Keep my business in my pockets, don’t wash with bleach
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| And I never show my hand, not even to me
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| See…
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| Say what’s on your heart if you’re real
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| Cause the scars you can’t see be the hardest to heal
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| And I used to chase money, now I have it brought
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| Cause you can only chase something that you haven’t caught
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| If there’s a summertime in hell, it’s not as hot
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| You empty clip niggas ain’t got a shot
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| These diamonds on my neck are an eyesore
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| Now you decide if their to die for
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| Advice to my haters, do what I say now
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| Report to the nearest roof and take the fast way down
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| Thought it was love, how foolish of us
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| I do me, she do her, sometimes we do eachother
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| Look, as the crooked World revolves
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| Love spelt backwards is evol (evolve)
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| And Evil spelt backwards is live or live
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| And when death comes you better have lives to give
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| I spit that real talk like knives to ribs
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| And rats die ugly, die with kids
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| These niggas is snitching and still living
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| I hope my words are like razors to the bitches
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| Niggas pretend like they actually in
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| But when it go down they fuck around and be them
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| That blood look familiar when it’s leaking
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| If you scared, go see a Deacon nigga
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| That ain’t love
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| Life is but a dream
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| Ain’t always what it seems
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| Meanwhile get your cake red velvet butter cream
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| Raise your glass and lets toast to when we didn’t have
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| Hustle plus muscle equal success, I did the math!
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| I see these haters in passing, yeah they 'round
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| I be on the way up, they be on the way down
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| Now I can sit and talk shit like Skip Bayless
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| You looking for these shoes baby you can skip payless
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| Lifestyle A-list, young black and famous
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| Bunch of bad bitches in an Ipod playlist
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| Just anothger page in my success story
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| I make my worst enemies wish the best for me |