| Ain’t gotta talk, I can hear it
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| There’s somethin' heavy in your heart, I can feel it
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| If things should ever fall apart, would you rebuild it?
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| Yeah, you were with me from the start, but are you still with?
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| Don’t let it get the best of you, some shit you gotta deal with
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| Learn to stay out the way and focus on the real shit
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| If there was somethin' I should know, would you conceal it?
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| Gotta be with a nigga’s mind, soul and spirit
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| When I appeared to be strugglin', you didn’t check for me
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| So stay the fuck away from a nigga, respectfully
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| Don’t pay attention to nothin' my foes done said to me
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| I’m the reason for holes in their shirt, allegedly
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| Me movin' around in fear, somethin' you’ll never see
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| You thinkin', «Make a few dollars,» I’m thinkin' legacy
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| I got a special hatred for losers, especially
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| Mention me with the greatest to ever mix up a recipe
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| Always low, seekin' attention, don’t mean they’ll get it from us
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| Criticize us, similar to pot callin' the kettle colors
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| Don’t trust a soul still, pardon my heavy metal covers
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| Take us out the ghetto, yet still can’t take the ghetto from us
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| You set your sights on a victory, but ain’t workin' for it
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| Hurts when they ignore it, no sympathy for the reprimanded
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| A dusty nigga’ll dust you off on the right day
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| Even the ones don’t want smoke end up gettin' it second-handed
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| Granted (Yeah)
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| When shit get real, that’s when you panic
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| When I first met you, you was damaged (Oh, no)
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| Don’t understand me, you can’t stand it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| What’s next?
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| Can’t let the pride come and kill our vibe (No, no)
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| Though sometimes (Oh)
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| And some days (Oh)
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| It’s alright (Uh)
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| Because my energy second, you underestimate me
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| Now I’m lookin' forward to torture, terrible, tappin' in
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| They’re waitin' on me, know I’ve been under pressure lately
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| Gotta love resistance, prepare for whenever that begins
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| Can’t help but think that your accusations are calculated
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| Graduated from messy livin', still get the headaches from it
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| Don’t be misled by a lifestyle when it’s fabricated
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| The actual number’s way off from the ones that say they done it
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| Still lies a real human being underneath the talent
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| It’s a damn shame when your voice of reason that speaks the violence
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| Girl, you can do anything, they make it a challenge
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| Stay the fuck up off the net, in real life, you’re in need of balance
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| Plan a shopping spree for fun, pack it all for a week in Paris
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| Send a postcard to the few hatin' hard, repeat the malice
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| Ain’t no competition, ran shit so long my feet get calloused
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| Life is full of ups and downs, gotta fall 'fore you reach the status
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| Granted (Yeah)
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| When shit get real, that’s when you panic
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| When I first met you, you was damaged (Oh, no)
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| Don’t understand me, you can’t stand it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| What’s next?
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| Can’t let the pride come and kill our vibe (No, no)
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| Though sometimes (Oh)
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| And some days (Oh)
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| It’s alright (Uh)
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| Seein' my past when I’m scrollin', it spooks me every time
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| Left cities with dead bodies, walked away from a cemetary
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| Steppin' on broke hearts, burglary case and every crime
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| Promise you’ll see the sunshine, southside to the Serengeti
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| Don’t kill your image, the wrong intention is deadly
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| And besides, there’s enough ass-shakin' out here already
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| The eyes are the windows to souls, just hold it steady
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| If you lie, I’ll only make up one better, you know I’m petty
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| Evil’ll look you right in your face, God if you lock eyes
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| Misery is a long ride, that carbon monoxide
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| Protect your valuables, niggas starvin' on our side
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| Innocence takin' every day, listen, you hear the park cry
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| Look, I’d be lyin' to say it’s what I’ve anticipated
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| Insulated, in this cold world, goal’s to be situated
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| All of the faces you’re used to, hard to forget your favorite
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| Either way, I’ve made it, salute to those that participated
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| Granted (Yeah)
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| When shit get real, that’s when you panic
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| When I first met you, you was damaged (Oh, no)
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| Don’t understand me, you can’t stand it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| What’s next?
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| Can’t let the pride come and kill our vibe (No, no)
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| Though sometimes (Oh)
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| And some days (Oh)
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| It’s alright |