| You can break my bones
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| But your heart of stone can’t break the seal
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| Can’t break the seal
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| That’s right I’m on the edge
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| Damn right I’m on the line
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| Blame it on my attitude
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| And the thoughts that’s on my mind
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| All because I came up on the poorer side
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| Where the don’t provide
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| Over time you tend to feel like you supposed to sail
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| Or you supposed to fail, or you supposed to die
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| Or you supposed to fly
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| Decatur’s own, poster child
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| My «day one team» still hold me down
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| New niggas just want to get closer now
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| I’m like hold up now
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| What do I know you now? |
| We are we homies now?
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| Lookin' at me like I’m holdin' out
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| What do I owe you now?
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| It ain’t shit that nobody can tell me
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| They look at my train of thought
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| And they try to figure a way to derail me
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| But the way that they verbal assaultin'
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| As big as they thought it was not necessarily
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| That’s the way it is so apparently
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| One day you’re the hero, the next you’re the villain
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| Your own people ready to bury ya
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| You can break my bones
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| But your heart of stone can’t break the seal
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| Can’t break the seal
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| You can take all I own
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| But you can never take the soul away from me
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| Away from me
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| Rest in peace, rest in peace
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| To my pastor, rest in peace
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| Can’t look back at yesterday
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| What can they say, what’s left to see?
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| I flip the style up and became the thing they said I’d never be
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| Whatever obstacle they threw I have surpassed successfully
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| And you can try to overlook me but I’m too much of a giant
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| And if I ain’t at the top, shit I must be right beside it
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| So don’t try to sell me bullshit, I’m too gifted to buy it
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| If I sold common sense, you’d be too stupid to buy it, uhh
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| I can’t dumb it down, how the fuck I sound?
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| Tryin' to dumb it down
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| You just thought you knew me 'til you figured out
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| What I was about
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| Cause what I was is not the same as now
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| I ain’t jaded that’s just how I view the game and how I play it
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| It’s just greed and entertainment
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| But it ain’t so entertainin'
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| When niggas is hungry and you in they city
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| You lookin' like money and fingers is itchin'
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| You won’t see it comin' you totally ignorant to it
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| No one in your clique is a shooter
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| Every killer say that he’ll do it
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| Every nigga claim that they is the truest
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| But you couldn’t prove it until they go through it
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| When temperatures flare up and niggas get stupid
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| There’s no longer hype it’s no longer 'bout music
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| There’s no more illusion
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| No more confusion
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| Know who you can trust, who you can fuck
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| That bitch that you with, she settin' you up
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| But never forget that karma’s a bitch
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| When she comes around, remember to duck (duck) |