| Now, I don’t do drugs
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| Chronic ain’t a cure-all
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| They say you could get hooked on it
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| Maybe it ain’t for all, maybe it ain’t your call
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| Maybe it ain’t so great, maybe it’s excellent
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| Homie, I ain’t Socrates
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| Man I did it so late, I was almost 30, truthfully
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| I was scared, since D.A.R.E. |
| I thought it’d hurt me, truthfully
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| I was prepared to be in my underwear, singin', surfin'
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| All I got was really hungry, self-aware, and thirsty
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| Now I laugh a bit
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| Reminding me of rappers back in '96 with flat brim hats and fake accents from
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| NY and shit
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| Tryin' to be the passers of blunts
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| But I denied them it
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| Then they ask why I front like I’m a rapper and that I’m a bitch
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| But I’m a rapper who’s blunt, I mean upfront
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| When it’s time for it, they were just good at wrappin', blunts
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| And couldn’t rhyme for shit
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| It’s like they relied on it, their whole image a lie
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| And it’s the reason when I paint you an image you can’t hide from it
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| I will find my own way
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| I will find my own way
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| I will find my own way
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| I will find my own
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| I will find my own way
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| I will find my own way
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| I will find my own way
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| Now I do not do drugs
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| Guess I don’t give a fuck
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| But I know a few who use, who have to give it up
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| But I know a few who use, 'cause they sick as fuck
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| But I know a few who just do, not too trivial
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| My homie who had cancer, true, he had to give a nut
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| Plus he had that flu bug, everything he chewed was up
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| You know half the answer, came from just a few puffs
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| If you ain’t got the answers, cool then why would you judge
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| Homegirl had a tumor, now she has to do without
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| A part of her brain
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| For her pain pharmaceuticals
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| She used to misuse them, true
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| 'Til she threw them out so she burns a few nugs
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| Who are you accusing?
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| Now I ain’t talking coke 'cause that’s some dumb ass shit
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| Or when you smoke until you «uh», dumb as shit
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| But what about those white coats?
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| Type that only write notes to get you high of their stash, Nasdaq shit
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| Now I ain’t that dense, spare me the lesson
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| Kids were teaching D.A.R.E on some antidepressants
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| I ain’t tryin' to scare you, but dare you to question
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| I’m saying just be careful, if there’s a suggestion
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| Either way, there’s a lesson, it was just a suggestion
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| What you do or not do just because it was mentioned
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| That’s the shit that men shun, that ain’t the shit that I do
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| My life is just different man, I ain’t gotta be like you
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| Say yay
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| I will find my own way
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| I will find my own way
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| I will find my own way
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| I will find my own, way
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| I will find my own way
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| I will find my own way
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| I will find my own way |