| I don’t really wanna know
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| If it’s true you reap what you sow
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| Full capacity, I’m 'bout to blow
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| And I gotta do this on my own
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| I can’t be what you want me to be
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| You still see what you want to see
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| So I scream
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| Head as hard as iron, stubborn, and I’m not desired
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| My rage set all my enemies' heads on fire
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| Can’t hit the bricks, I’m burnin' rubber on them tires
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| If I said I’m okay, then I’d be a liar
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| No smile, I’m not expressionate, big attitude, I’m checkin' it
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| This lifetime is indefinite, so I’m no impressionist
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| You can’t hold my hand, nah (Bitch), I’m not affectionate
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| I’ve been burned before, that’s why my love is deficit
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| I’ve been tryna forge this, I can not afford this
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| Every single scream, I mean, how can you ignore this?
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| Your view distorted, I should be awarded
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| For that to happened, I’d need to be supported
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| I don’t really wanna know
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| If it’s true you reap what you sow
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| Full capacity, I’m 'bout to blow
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| And I gotta do this on my own
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| I can’t be what you want me to be
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| You still see what you want to see
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| So I scream
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| Close my eyes and see
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| I feel that vulnerability
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| Phobic of the feelings I hide
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| Like the thoughts of me killin' me
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| Time stick and I can’t even think
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| Thought I could float, I’m startin' to sink
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| Had no sleep, I ain’t even blink
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| Just my shadow and me in the ring
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| I thought this was my catalyst
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| From the looks of the analysis
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| I’m stunned from the paralysis
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| Of the world bein' too damn adamant
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| «You should be this, you should be that» Uh
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| «You known for this, you can’t be Black» Ooh
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| «You was right, we ain’t see that» What?
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| I almost died, you ain’t see that? |
| Uh
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| Who I gotta be to win this? |
| Ooh
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| So many miles, I’m winded, yeah
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| But the game still won’t end yet, yeah
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| I’ma put «crown» on my checklist, uh
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| I’ma fuck it up, I’m reckless, yeah
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| So sick, my flow infectious
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| I don’t need to give 'em smoke
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| To leave these niggas breathless, uh
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| I don’t want no tough love, if it really ain’t love
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| I don’t want no words like daggers in disguise
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| Nothing you say can stop my rise
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| Funny how I don’t ask, bitches still got feedback
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| Rose from the ashes, loved by the masses
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| Now I’m a diamond built from the pressure, yeah
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| I don’t really wanna know
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| If it’s true you reap what you sow
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| Full capacity, I’m 'bout to blow
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| And I gotta do this on my own
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| I’m so alone |