| Ummmm… migraines from over thinkin'
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| I’m tryna let go, I’m tryna let go
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| Let go of the past, man that shit been tryna creep up, up
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| Contemplatin' on if I’m really as strong as I thought, bitch I might be
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| Quick to pull me down but as much as I’ve seen, I can’t fall, it’s unlikely
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| Then she get a lil' twisted up
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| I put my troubles in a dirty then I mix it up
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| I’m 'bout to change my number like I haven’t switched enough
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| This is home and you aims on six and up, gone
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| I’m from East Atlanta zone
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| If you ain’t from it, take your ass home
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| I let my heart talk, keep my mental strong
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| Speak the whole truth 'til my money long
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| Half of them don’t even know your name. |
| I don’t want that, I want people to
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| know who the fuck I am. |
| I want people to know what I stand for. |
| I want people
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| to be personal and know, «This is 6LACK, this is what he believe in…»
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| What we needa talk about?
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| Get gone, get gone, get yeah…
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| I got the past whisperin' in my ear
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| He floss, she flaw, what’s wrong?
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| I got troubles and they won’t leave me alone
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| It seem like everybody got somethin' to say
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| Everybody got a little dirt they tryna get off of they face
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| Everybody got an opinion and I don’t want one
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| Tryna tell me a better way to do some shit you ain’t never done
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| Six drink in the booth, Black down to my shoes
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| Kick shit with my troops, kickin' shit, Ryu
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| You not with this shit, why you
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| Front for those who don’t matter when they not thinkin' 'bout you
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| If I learned anything it’ll probably be to listen more than I talk
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| And don’t brag about what I got, just multiply what I brought
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| I never dwell on a loss, never give a nigga sauce
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| He might run off with it all, he might run off with it all
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| He might run off with it… he might run off with it all
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| What we needa talk about?
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| Get gone, get gone, get yeah…
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| I got the past whisperin' in my ear
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| He floss, she floss, what’s wrong?
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| I got troubles and they won’t leave me alone
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| Get gone, get gone, get yeah…
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| I got the past whisperin' in my ear
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| He floss, she floss, what’s wrong?
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| I got troubles and they won’t leave me alone
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| I feel like I’m more of myself than I’ve ever been. |
| Which is something that you
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| really gotta come to face with sometimes… 'cause I thought I was, you know,
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| fully myself twenty-four, seven, but nope. |
| Like right now is how I’m supposed
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| to grow all the time. |
| It’s how supposed to be all the time, it’s how I’m
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| supposed to think all the time.
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| Now I know going out of this, I know leaving this, a lot of that will follow me.
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| But it doesn’t end with this, you know, like I take it and I…
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| I live with it every day. |
| I see the people around me and… I feel so much.
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| I wanna put it in words and try to figure out where to go with it,
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| but I feel so much. |
| I know they don’t even feel as much as I feel.
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| But that’s alright, that’s alright.
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| We have two different purposes. |
| Clearly my purpose is some shit that’s way
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| fuckin' bigger than me and then it gets completely quiet and I’m at the beach.
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| I know I’m one person but I kinda feel like this ripple effect is gonna impact
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| a lot of people. |
| Yup, I feel God talkin'. |
| When he talks everything else is
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| silent…
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| Summer 2011 I almost lost my faith in God
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| Same time I never prayed so hard
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| Took control of my life so I wouldn’t have to take no job
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| Press play, I couldn’t take no pause
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| I’m from East Atlanta six, they don’t play that shit
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| In East Atlanta six you better make that lick
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| Or they be at your front door with that gun though
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| Know that nigga’s Nick Cannon with the fuckin' drum roll
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| East Side 'til a nigga die, Beast Mode 'til a nigga cry
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| Sensei make a nigga fly, shit hard but you gotta try
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| If I can do it, you can do it too, time to be a better guy
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| I found the answer ridin' down Candler
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| I’m late for court 'cause traffic on Moreland
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| I’m tryna preach to y’all what’s important
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| So hard for me to ignore, ignore it
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| I don’t know why I feel it’s my place
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| I know you see the pain in my face
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| I call the shots and move at my pace
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| But I understand it’s all a big race
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| I understand you want that big face
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| They offerin' the hate, it’s hard for me to say
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| That I wouldn’t bite the bait they threw me
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| Be cautious where you play, there’s darkness in the A
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| Yeah, yeah…
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| Be cautious where you play, there’s darkness in the A
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| Yeah, yeah…
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| Be cautious where you play, there’s darkness in the A
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| Yeah, yeah…
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| Be cautious where you play, there’s darkness in the A
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| Yeah, yeah…
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| Be cautious where you play, there’s darkness in the A
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| Yeah, yeah…
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| A town stomp on the old me
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| Used to ride through the hood with the slow creep
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| People gon' love what they don’t need
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| I remember what the OG’s told me
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| You better shine bright when the lights down
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| Less talk, more show, nigga pipe down
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| 'Cause words ain’t shit but your thoughts out loud
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| And thoughts are the opposite of showin' nigga’s how
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| Be cautious where you play, there’s darkness in the A
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| Be cautious where you play, there’s darkness in the A
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| Be cautious where you play, there’s darkness in the A
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| Be cautious where you play, there’s darkness in the A |