| I got my back against the wall
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| And it feels like all the times before
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| The pass till the fall
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| But today I stand and fight this war
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| I got my back against the wall
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| I won’t break, I won’t break, I won’t break
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| No, no, I won’t fall
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| With my back against the wall
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| Struggle in my eyes, guns in the stash
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| Heart full of pride, sunny days past
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| Monogram bags, Louis V. tags
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| Money rule the world, I swear this shit is sad
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| But I will get over that, and I will get over this
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| See they remain to hate, but they’ll get over it
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| And my mama told me
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| Yes she told me watch them friends you with
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| Should of listened to her, they manure wasn’t worth a shit
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| But I’m too legit to quit, understand my arrogance
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| Hit them where it hurts, I’m miss him for shit
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| Back against the wall, but still I manage to ball
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| Success is on my line, but still I manage to call
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| I will never fall, that’s my reply to all
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| He gave me everything, that skies apply to all
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| Soul of a beast, I’ma get them all
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| Many days of pumps, but still I’m standing tall
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| Uh, and I’m sick of all you blood suckers
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| Feel like I’ma lose it in this motherfucker
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| Tell me where the booth at in this motherfucker
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| So I can burn this bitch down, fireman sucker
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| Too many days and sleepless nights
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| I toss and turn and wonder why
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| My money thoughts corrupted mind
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| But I guess that’s just how I’m designed
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| Felt like I’m falling down, niggas timid to me all around
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| But I still remain a beast
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| Tell them come fuck with me now, I let you win the fight
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| While I’ma die for war, pride and my respect
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| I hope you die for yours, money then the power
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| Continue doing chores, a back against the wall
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| I penetrate a pause
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| I’m never looking back, because the destruction caused
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| Only know to win, you just check the score |