| Yeah, yeah
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| Woah, woah, woah
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| I know we gon' make it if Mike WiLL Made-It, yeah
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| New tags, toe tags (Woah, woah)
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| No more breaks, dawg, it’s time to break hearts (Break hearts)
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| I don’t take disrespect, I take charge (Woah)
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| I’m in the mirror lookin' at a work of art (Like, God)
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| Hard work don’t mean shit if it ain’t smart (Ain't smart, ooh)
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| I’ma run the play up to the max (Like that)
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| So if I don’t know you, don’t owe you, I gotta tax (Woah, woah)
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| I got enough sense, and I slipped through the cracks (Woah)
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| And, nowadays, I wear my smile like a mask
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| I’m the idols I looked up to in my past
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| All natural, Doctor Sebi, you gon' have to CBD me
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| I been watchin' what they feed m (Woah, woah)
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| I like when she tll me with her body language that she need me (Yeah)
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| See my third eye is on Left Eye, I can’t let them Eazy-E me
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| No sir (Sir), I don’t even do flu shots
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| Clique with me everywhere I go, so every pic a group shot (Shot)
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| I done wiggled out the noose knot (Damn)
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| They been lyin' to me my whole life, I finally found the truth out (God)
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| Like they don’t gotta love you if they need you (Woah)
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| Got angels and demons on a three-way (Woah)
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| And they ain’t comin' to no agreement
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| And I still be feelin' broke up, I’m gettin' money
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| And my team ain’t gettin' cream until we cremate (Whew)
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| Big headlines, I’m talkin' CNN (CNN, woah)
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| I see a hatin' bitch like, «Hi, it’s me again» (Me again, woah)
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| They like, «Why you feel so good?» |
| (Man)
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| I’m like, «Why I need a reason?» |
| (Straight up, straight up, straight up)
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| Lot of salt, lot of shade bein' thrown my way, man
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| I guess it’s just the season (Damn, throw it)
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| But I gotta thank God though
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| 'Cause he got me workin' harder than my demons (Woah, woah)
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| God got me workin' harder than my demons (Woah)
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| God got me workin' harder than my, hol' up
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| God got me workin' harder than my demons
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| God got me workin' harder than my demons
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| God got me workin' harder than my—
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| Luther Vandross, never too much (Too much)
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| Now we two up, who, us?
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| Yeah, real ones learn the work through us (Through)
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| Baby girl wanna dance, wanna groove, wanna vibe
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| But you know my best move is the one where you end up on my side
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| The ground on the mountain top feel the same as rock-bottom (Bottom)
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| Quit my fuckin' job, that’s when the real work started
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| Still showed up every mornin', every evenin' of every season (Straight up, woah)
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| What’s the reason? |
| God got me workin' harder than my—
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| Demon (Mmm)
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| Harder than my demons (Demons, harder than my demons)
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| Harder than my demons, demons, demons, demons
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| I been fightin' every season
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| Harder than my demons |