| Look, I spent my whole life tryna improvise
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| I’m not saying that shit for you to sympathize
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| Spent my whole life tryna find the light that’s at the end of the tunnel
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| I should have realized it was inside
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| So lately I been trying to get what’s inside outside
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| So many people wanna see my insides outside
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| I’m from that city four hours east of Southside
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| Where everyone outside, but don’t fuck with no outsiders
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| Going up, with the ones I hold it down with
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| Whole city got my back on some photobomb shit
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| Whole city blowing up on some old Saddam shit
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| Before this, I was the one hoes tried to go to prom with
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| You know, take the fame, take the crib, take our cars
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| Now we gotta take the train, hood niggas takin' chains
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| Slavemaster take our names, 5−0 take the shot
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| And young souls take the blame, man but they can’t take away
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| The light
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| No matter how much they gon' shade you
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| No, man they can’t fuck with the light
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| They can’t stop the shine
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| They can’t fuck with the light
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| Hell nah, the boy’s that bright
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| Even if you take away my life, you can’t take the light
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| No matter how much they gon' shade you
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| Got the whole city on fire
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| Boy, this the flow that got Steph Curry inspired
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| This the flow that got Lebron James finna rewire
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| This the flow that got my whole family finna retire
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| Flows on flows, I might drown in this bitch
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| Ye found a pro, I guess I’m profound in this bitch
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| My dad from Louisiana, man the smallest town
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| Where if they know you’re brown, they might hold you down and even hose you
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| down, man
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| Since I’m his son, I feel like I gotta stunt hard
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| I took the hand that they gave me and played the Donald Trump card
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| And realized counting money never feel as good as counting blessings
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| And a loaded mind is more dangerous than a loaded weapon
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| So when they take the fame, take the crib, take our cars
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| Now we gotta take the train, and hood niggas takin' chains
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| Slavemaster take our names, 5−0 take the shot
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| And young souls take the blame, man but they can’t take away
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| The light
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| No matter how much they gon' shade you
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| No, man they can’t fuck with the light
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| They can’t stop the shine
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| No, man they can’t fuck with the light
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| Hell nah, the boy’s that bright
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| Even if you take away my life, you can’t take the light
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| No matter how much they gon' shade you
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| Don’t let them take away your soul
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| No, no (No, no)
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| Don’t let them take away what makes you whole |