| And once again, this Phontigga
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| Little Brother, Illmind on the beat
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| Check it out y’all, I wanna talk to you
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| Any of y’all ever been in a relationship that the person
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| be doin you wrong over and over and over but you stay with 'em anyway?
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| That’s how I feel bout this rap shit sometimes man, on the real
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| I still love it though
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| Never… yo never I say
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| I could never turn my back, I would never walk away
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| We done built this thang from the flo' to the ceilin
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| When other niggas bullshit and Poobie really feelin
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| Poobie really killin 'em slow — you been there
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| Every lil' step so I take it you know
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| From the nigga Romy Millz to them six-figure deals
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| We still truckin when the weather get chill
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| Cause most niggas bail at the first sight of stress
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| I take it all straight to the chest
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| I ain’t alright, I’m bein your best
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| I just wanna be here, I see how you dispose niggas year after year
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| And my worst fear — is you bein
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| I’m not seein, and yo, that’d drive a nigga insane
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| Imagine wakin up every mornin in pain
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| Want the kids so we’re workin on our love thang
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| There’s been so many days I tried and
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| There’s been so many nights I cried but
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| I can’t let her… go, I can’t let her
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| I can’t let her… go, I can’t let her
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| There’s been so many times I prayed
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| She’d pack her shit and go away but
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| I can’t let her… go, I can’t let her
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| I can’t let her… go, I can’t let her
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| Uh, uh, I’m still singin
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| Them Dog Sacks on stage, they still swingin
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| And even when they try to go hard at us
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| I’m Joe’s Law status, hat low, still leanin
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| The head nigga in charge is still dreamin
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| Of an industry where hot shit’s rewarded
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| And dope shit’s recorded and dumb shit’s ignored
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| And I, sold my heart to the world, nobody bought it
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| And, everybody made a B-line
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| Quick to say that LB was on the decline, hold up — rewind
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| Wasn’t it just a year or so ago
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| when we was them same niggas that everybody was behind?
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| But that’s how it is when you dealin with the evil
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| Get a little status and they think you too regal
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| That’s the nature of people
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| Why you think muh’fuckers like to feed pigeons but try to shoot eagles?
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| And if you too feeble you won’t make it, I admit
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| sometimes I thought about walkin away from this bitch
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| Cause we been fuckin around for too damn long
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| But she too damn young and I’m just too damn grown
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| And it feels like she laughin at me
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| I can’t be mad cause she wanna shake her laffy taffy
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| I coulda took my degree and used my business savvy
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| But won’t do cause I am so happily unhappy witchu
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| I can’t let her…
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| I had to take some man-ternity leave
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| So I could just chill and get away from my problems
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| Took time to kick it with the wifey and the newborn
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| But I’m right back to post-pardon stardom
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| Right back to all the fans and the stalkers
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| Who keep my rhymes buried deep down in they conscious
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| So they can go and spit it front row at the concert
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| I swear this rap shit is a monster… but I can’t go |