| Uh, I love the pressure, pressure’ll build ya character stronger
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| Here comes the pain, you’d much rather be back on the corner
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| That paranoia, have you thinkin' niggas tryna scheme on ya
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| But that’s my life, maybe I’m wrong, maybe I’m right
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| I numb the pain, been dealin' with that heartache since a boy
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| Paranoid, in a world where they love to build and destroy
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| Fuck a lecture, I’ma need what you owe me and extra
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| There’s nothin' that you can tell me 'bout this pressure (pressure…)
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| Uh, droppin' a bag’ll fill anyone’s block with shooters
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| Are you really my friend or an opportunist?
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| Bet this life’ll be beautiful without the rumors
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| Truth is, niggas’ll show their colours as soon as you flip the Rubix
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| Money’ll never fill the void of ya family, easy to prove this
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| Ain’t no make up amount to cover the bruises once the pain paints ya
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| Ya claimin' to be somethin' you really ain’t, ain’t ya?
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| Another parent that’s grievin' over a fake gangsta
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| Losin' a father feels like a .50 cal
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| Then losin' a grandmother, damn, it hit me now
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| Movin' too fast, 'til bad news showed up to sit me down
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| Like what the fuck you doin', you think it’s been somethin' proven?
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| Pain is never seein' ya dog again
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| Especially when he’s been more solid than all ya friends
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| Few numbers saved in my phone, wish I could call again
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| Give it all up just to go back to how it’s always been
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| Uh, I love the pressure, pressure’ll build ya character stronger
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| Here comes the pain, you’d much rather be back on the corner
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| That paranoia, have you thinkin' niggas tryna scheme on ya
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| But that’s my life, maybe I’m wrong, maybe I’m right
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| I numb the pain, been dealin' with that heartache since a boy
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| Paranoid, in a world where they love to build and destroy
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| Fuck a lecture, I’ma need what you owe me and extra
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| There’s nothin' that you can tell me 'bout this pressure (pressure…)
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| Uh, I’m out here chillin', probably find a space to switch up by Friday
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| I circle the block a couple times, before I turn in my driveway
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| Maybe I’m buggin', but niggas be out here dyin' for nothin'
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| My blood is rushin', to the thought of karma as repercussion
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| And I don’t wanna hear about when, where, and who did what to him
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| Fuck is you callin' me with info like that, what drug is you usin'?
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| Get a permanent sleep, too comfortable snoozin'
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| Nine out of ten, it’s somebody that knows ya movements
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| I’m cool with you, but who’s ya man? |
| Forget I asked
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| Just make sure that my first time seein' him is my last
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| Don’t even trust certain kin to me, no exceptions
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| With life and death, ain’t no chalkin' up imperfections
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| Not only will niggas say anything, they’ll rehearse it too
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| If you never get to know where I live at, don’t take it personal
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| Party with perpetrators, same person’ll end up hurtin' you
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| On purpose you, roll the window on 'em, close up the curtain too
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| Uh, I love the pressure, pressure’ll build ya character stronger
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| Here comes the pain, you’d much rather be back on the corner
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| That paranoia, have you thinkin' niggas tryna scheme on ya
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| But that’s my life, maybe I’m wrong, maybe I’m right
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| I numb the pain, been dealin' with that heartache since a boy
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| Paranoid, in a world where they love to build and destroy
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| Fuck a lecture, I’ma need what you owe me and extra
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| There’s nothin' that you can tell me 'bout this pressure (pressure…)
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| Uh, any rise to success is better with balancin'
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| Would it really mean shit if it wasn’t challengin'?
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| Losin' is only embarrassin' if you stay down
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| Trey pound when you ball, entertainment’s the devil’s playground
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| So many drop, it’s a constant struggle to stay round
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| Medic supply the pressure, lost 'em all to the same sound
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| Two decades worth of recordings, feels like I never miss
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| A thousand hours recordin' makes it look effortless
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| Sometimes ya worst obstacle is yourself, agreed opponent
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| Lovely to overcome downfalls when they prayin' on it
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| When you up a dilemma sounds like a favor, don’t it?
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| Claimin' they ridin' for ya, got fucked up ways to show it
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| You don’t gave 'em hunnid percent, you’ll regret it
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| Give 'til you empty, nobody is empathetic
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| Makin' them babies, leave somethin' they can inherit
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| Most of us had to break out the cycle without the leverage
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| Uh, I love the pressure, pressure’ll build ya character stronger
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| Here comes the pain, you’d much rather be back on the corner
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| That paranoia, have you thinkin' niggas tryna scheme on ya
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| But that’s my life, maybe I’m wrong, maybe I’m right
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| I numb the pain, been dealin' with that heartache since a boy
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| Paranoid, in a world where they love to build and destroy
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| Fuck a lecture, I’ma need what you owe me and extra
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| There’s nothin' that you can tell me 'bout this pressure (pressure…) |