| Be patient 'cause you’ll soon see me sittin' center-stage
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| But I didn’t realize how much money it took
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| And the rap game was full of a bunch of liars and crooks (Yeah)
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| Puttin' trust in the man that you barely know (Uh-huh)
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| But you just another rapper, man they come and they go
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| So with the money runnin' low what the hell I’ma do?
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| Start resortin' to the things that the street showed you (Huh)
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| Bought a digital scale and a half a pound of bud
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| That’s anything to get me unstuck out the mud
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| Started buildin' a buzz (Buzz) freestylin' in clubs
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| Doin' shows in the studio, thanks to the plug (Thanks)
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| Nothin' like comin' up but fallin' off is a bitch (Bitch)
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| I’m too big for this city, man I’m tryna get rich
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| I put the pedal to the medal, hair in the wind
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| Told my past, «Kiss my ass you won’t see me again»
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| Way I feel now, I don’t really need friends
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| Put my past in my glass, you won’t see me again
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| I’m gone, gone, gone
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| I’m gone, gone, gone
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| Uh, seein' no potential in my city or state
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| Started pourin' up whiskey and takin' it to the face (Uh-huh)
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| Became the life of the party, I was the star of the show
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| I was drinkin' and druggin', seein' how far I could go
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| Burnin' bridges to my memories, alcoholic tendencies
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| Wakin' up everyday to some new enemies
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| One night stands, makin' overnight friends
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| Gettin' high to get by, no time for no plans (Naw)
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| Never understood what it took to be good
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| My life was a bonfire, I was throwin' in wood
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| Pretendin' like I could, could only weather the storm (Storms)
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| All the relationships I had, been severed and torn (Torn)
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| I’ma ramblin' man, I’ma gypsy on the road (Road)
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| Losin' my soul to chase fortunes untold
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| Nothin' like comin' up (Nah it ain’t)
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| But fallin' off is a bitch
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| I’m too big for this city, man I’m tryna get rich
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| (Uh-huh)
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| I put the pedal to the medal, hair in the wind
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| Told my past, «Kiss my ass you won’t see me again»
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| Way I feel now, I don’t really need friends
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| Put my past in my glass, you won’t see me again
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| I’m gone, gone, gone
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| I’m gone, gone, gone
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| (Yeah-eh)
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| I put the pedal to the medal, hair in the wind
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| Told my past, «Kiss my ass you won’t see me again»
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| Way I feel now, I don’t really need friends
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| Put my past in my glass, you won’t see me again
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| I’m gone, gone, gone
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| I’m gone, gone, gone
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| (Yeah-eh, yeah-eh) |