| Back in full effect, who would’ve guessed/
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| One would suggest that this is ludicrous and/
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| Had my stretch of bad luck, am I mad? |
| shucks/
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| Nut up, 'cause I ain’t goin' out like that. |
| HOL UP!
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| Gotta move on, let me gather my thoughts/
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| Swear to God, I done had it with y’all/
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| I got a lot on my plate, and my feet ache/
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| 'Cause I done put in all the foot-work, trying to be great
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| But wait, some say that I’m stubborn, got a hard head
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| But to think that I’ma change is more than farfetched/
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| My balls, are all lead. |
| And boys are barking up the wrong tree;
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| Trying to pull that on me
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| Understand, that I’m my own man/
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| And impressing these fans, ain’t in none of my plans
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| So I’ma do me, and you can do them
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| Stay out my lane, and you won’t get a bent rim; |
| 4 real
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| My God, All mighty. |
| Same person, different body
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| Hook:
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| So it seems, that you’ll trigger a reaction in me but I know/
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| That you will never be, what you want (x2)
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| As long as you’re following fools, don’t be a tool. |
| You gotta move
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| Don’t be an idiot/
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| I see you standin' with your hand out. |
| What you sayin' now and are you hearin
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| this?
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| You need to look at your affiliates
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| 'Cause you’re a product of your own environment and you ain’t seein this
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| And your life is in your own hand/
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| Not the president, the government, your momma or another man/
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| So you better find another plan
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| Before you kill yourself when you believe in what another’s saying/
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| Won’t see defeat, even if I’m neck deep
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| And seven days a week, on my grind, tryna' eat
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| And yea, I play for keeps, and I never will weep
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| And never will I be fooled by what I see
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| With so much on the plate, I’m tryna be great
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| Hook
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| This life is in my hands/
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| As long as I’m alive, this is my battle cry x2
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| This next verse is for every person/
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| And I don’t mean to make anybody feel worthless
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| And I know nobody’s perfect
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| But we done did a lot of work, and it’s going in the dirt quick
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| So this next bit for all y’all
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| And I could care less if it’s gonna piss y’all off
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| 'Cause honestly I hope it do
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| 'Cause I’m tryna light fire under you, listen up
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| This generation’s full of lazy idiots
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| That think they got the world figured out
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| Fools, that want everything handed to them
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| And it’s all lookin so dim, so quick. |
| Y’all make me sick
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| Work
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| Hook
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| If nothin' else. |
| I’m tryna eat |