| Can’t break me I refuse, yea-ay
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| Can’t break me I refuse
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| Can’t break me I refuse, yea-ay
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| Can’t break me I refuse
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| Yeah, uh
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| And I refuse to let high school ever be my peak
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| I refuse to let them people underpay me like Mo’Nique
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| I refuse to lose myself, I know God is is eternal
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| I’m like Vinny up in entourage, nigga I ain’t total
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| I refuse to ever switch like Nintendo’s
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| Getting louder every blunt I only smoke crescendos
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| Yo, I refuse to take ideas in my brain to my grave
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| Nine to five o’clock shadow of myself without a shave
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| I refused to stay, living every month, cheque to cheque
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| I’m talking barely skating by, living like I’m Ryan Sheck
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| I refuse to let this hustle in my nature ever leave
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| I refused to not pay forward all the blessings I received
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| I’ve been building up, I started off scrawny
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| Took awhile to get me here like even Gwen Stefani
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| Yo, and I refuse to sit back letting life kick my ass
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| Imma stand up taller, only stumble into cash bitch
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| Can’t break me I refuse, yea-ay
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| Can’t break me I refuse
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| Can’t break me I refuse, yea-ay
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| Can’t break me I refuse
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| Yeah
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| I refuse, to let my mama struggle again
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| I refuse to go from Russ back to Russell again
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| I refuse, to let them talk to me how they wish to
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| Like I ain’t bring home twenty-million in my previous fiscal
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| I refuse, to let these women treat me oblivious
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| When I’m only twenty-five with twenty-five times their lineage
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| I refuse, to let the devil throw me off course
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| I refuse to not follow up all these plaques with some more
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| I refuse to lose hope even when shit doesn’t go
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| My way I come back for more, study up maybe switch the approach
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| People think that I’m crazy I know, I refuse to be amused by these hoes
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| I refuse to back to those shows, when it was only five-hundred or four
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| I refuse to go back flying coach, I refuse to fall off and go pro
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| I refuse to use drugs to promote, I refuse to ever sell out my soul
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| Yeah I refuse to go backwards, get past these two bit-ass rappers
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| Their acts is read pass the chapters, let labels think they’re the masses
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| Let alone, that I’m owning these masters
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| Can’t break me I refuse, yea-ay
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| Can’t break me I refuse
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| Can’t break me I refuse, yea-ay
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| Can’t break me I refuse
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| There’s a lane by the
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| There’s a lane by the
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| There’s a lane by the
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| Continued
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| Can’t break me I refuse, yea-ay
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| Can’t break me I refuse
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| Can’t break me I refuse, yea-ay
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| Can’t break me I refuse |