| Discipline in my habits
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| Went distant on my attachments
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| I had to turn my presence to absence
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| Stuck in the cage
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| Questioning the hours and days
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| Depression-al phase
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| My tunnel vision starting to fade
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| I started to marry my thoughts, already engaged
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| Not knowing my next move had me going insane
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| Depending on alcohol to get me over the pain
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| Praying my habit don’t ever have me turn to cocaine
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| I won’t allow this temporary pain to turn into a stain
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| I wanna live but my joy for life is stuck in the grave
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| God, I need you more than ever, I was hoping you came
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| So used to holding shit in, it’s kinda hard to explain
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| Picasso, the best way to put it
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| Before you knew the meaning of it, you misunderstood it
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| Far from perfect, did a lot of shit I knew I shouldn’t
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| Ducking my demons but they coming like a moving bullet
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| Shit is crazy out here
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| It’s like I love it and I hate it out here
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| Gotta be mentally stable out here
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| Just to make it out here
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| Never slippin'
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| Every day I’m aware
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| If I ain’t got it, I go get it
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| And I make it appear
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| Tough love being assertive
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| That’s the way that I care
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| When I’m distant and I ignore you
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| Then to me you ain’t there
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| When I erase you that’s when you worry
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| Replace yo ass in a hurry
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| That’s the truth not a dare, nigga
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| Do not compare
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| All this pain in me
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| I want it washed away
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| I gotta keep faith in me
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| These niggas want me dead
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| I gotta stay strong
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| Stay strong
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| I’ve been fighting all my life
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| Whoa
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| May God watch my soul
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| Only people that think that I fell off
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| Is the people that wasn’t supportin, before the fame and the fortune
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| My fanbase was already a force and
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| I was selling out shows before the radio sources
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| Meaning the grinding and the independence what got me in it
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| Not a cosign or a mention and this is not fiction
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| Now I’m feeling attention from muhfuckers that once was dick lickin'
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| And pic flicking, friendshipping
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| This isn’t no damn fool, I know the game so it’s cool
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| And when you play the game, play by the rules
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| Momma ain’t raised no coon, I know the difference between loved and used
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| Life is just hugs and bruises, care and crew
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| Fuck desire, my heart pump fire, ooh
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| Don’t inhale my fumes, I’m toxic, caged in like zoos
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| Boxed in like boxing, in the studio, locked in
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| And you couldn’t walk a block in my shoes
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| Not even my socks, shit
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| I came from the bottom, that’s why I fuck with top shit
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| I’m talking about the never, ever, ever in stock shit
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| I don’t pop shit, I speak knowledge so call me a prophet
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| And if you pay attention then you paying homage
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| Cheap jeans with paid pockets
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| This pound cake got these weight watchers, weight watchin'
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| I ain’t stopping like Hov said
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| Sit in front of the Bentley with the doors out like bow legs
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| I hate a bitch with a fat ass and no legs
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| I love a bitch with some crack pussy and dope head
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| Broke bread with niggas, all I got was a thank you
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| And you got some other niggas out here saying they made you
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| The game trying to erase you
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| Got my foot on they necks, you disrespect the TEC’ll give you a facial
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| Apologies to my ex’s and no this ain’t my confessions
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| Appreciate your time and investment, patience and effort
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| Having ya’ll was part of a blessing
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| Ya’ll all belong on the cover of essence
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| No hard feelings, no love lost, no bad blood
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| Yeah, love is a bad drug but better to have love than no love
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| I need a blunt, KorLeone can you roll one?
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| And smoke one
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| All this pain in me
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| I want it washed away
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| I gotta keep faith in me
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| These niggas want me dead
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| I gotta stay strong
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| Stay strong
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| I’ve been fighting all my life
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| Whoa
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| May God watch my soul |