| So good things comes for those wait, sure
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| I’ve waited about pop pop pop pop
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| That’s four cousins shot
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| I got grudges, let’s discust this
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| My music needs no touch ups
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| I got a long record of fuck ups, trust me
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| You don’t know who has this weight of mine,
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| Or a life as hard as mine
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| I had to hustle, chop, sell drugs, grind
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| Whatever you wanna call it is fine,
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| But just listen
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| And don’t prejudge
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| I don’t want anyone dissmissin' me as another thug or some shit like that
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| No sir, if I fall I will get right back
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| I got circumstances, but let me stop dancin' around the issue
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| And tell you straight forward, I’m poor
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| A refugee been in prisson and survived the war
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| I come from the most dangerous city in this universe
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| You’re likely to get shot at birth
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| So how could rap quench my thirst? |
| !
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| I don’t even hear verses no more!
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| I hear jerkin' off punks with lip glosses and purses!
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| I don’t see nobody operating shit anymore I see nurses!
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| Fuck that! |
| I’m gonna stay alive! |
| I’d rather do a stage dive!
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| And if rap gets jealous
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| 'cause I rock heavy
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| It don’t worry me if motherfuckers don’t get it
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| Yo if rap gets jealous
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| 'cause of where I’m headed
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| I used to be public enemy, don’t forget it
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| And if rap gets jealous, 'cause rock heavy
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| It don’t worry me if motherfuckers don’t get it
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| Yo if rap gets jealous
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| 'cause of where I’m headed
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| Aggression! |
| Obsession! |
| With pain! |
| Live a game!
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| So yeah
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| Basically I gotta realease, occasionaly
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| I gotta let you know what’s goin' on with me
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| And facing me, 'are some tough choices
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| I got a good side and bad side, inside my head
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| I hear screams and loud voices
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| And I can’t lie I ain’t got shit, I ain’t got to brag,
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| I’m hard pressed for some cash to send to my I’ll dad
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| You’re so superficial?, of course it’s for shizzle?
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| Now my choice is to piss on you, boy
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| 'Cause my mission is the world
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| To know, my name, my aim, is plainly success
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| But I still gotta come fresh!
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| So how could rap quench my thirst? |
| !
|
| I don’t even hear verses no more!
|
| I hear jerkin' off punks with lip glosses and purses!
|
| I don’t see nobody operating shit anymore I see nurses!
|
| Fuck that! |
| I’m gonna stay alive! |
| I’d rather do a stage dive!
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| That’s what it is, it’s pain, you know what I’m saying?
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| I don’t know man it’s like
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| You spend years developing your artistry
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| Know what I’m sayin'? |
| Perfecting your skills
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| Yeah, you can’t do shit with it,
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| That has gotta be Fucked up!, know what I’m sayin'?
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| That’s gotta be Fucked up, you know
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| Just imagine like, imagine you build a Fuckin' castle
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| And you can’t live in it, That’s what it is
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| You can’t live it, you know
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| And you got problems, you got family
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| I got family, moment of truth right?
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| And I still gotta come fresh!
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| So how could rap quench my thirst? |
| !
|
| I don’t even hear verses no more!
|
| I hear jerkin' off punks with lip glosses and purses!
|
| I don’t see nobody operating shit anymore I see nurses!
|
| Fuck that! |
| I’m gonna stay alive! |
| I’d rather do a stage dive!
|
| And if rap gets jealous, 'cause rock heavy
|
| It don’t worry me if motherfuckers don’t get it
|
| Yo if rap gets jealous
|
| 'cause of where I’m headed
|
| Aggression! |
| Obsession! |
| With pain! |
| Live a game! |