| It’s like twenty-four hours rollin'
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| I can hear the sirens goin'
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| Insecure, my brothers notice
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| I’m just tryin' not to show it
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| West side, family from it
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| Chi-town, live with it
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| Peace up, A-Town, moved down south with it
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| Nothin' came free, but it’s fair, told me
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| We just hopin' for approval, you may never love me
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| Your friends ain’t a promise, already got a team
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| But if I push you away then it’s shame on me
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| No that’s shame on us
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| Why we don’t trust
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| And if God ain’t admonished
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| You never see my love
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| And I know rejection be hurtin'
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| When you peep to my frustration
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| Ration and rotation
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| Dealin' with no patience
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| Wanna understand why that ain’t mixin' with me
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| They told me, «Canon, be Canon», can’t be no realer than me
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| They want a man with the heart of a saint, but ran from the streets
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| I’m just tryin' to figure out who rockin' with me just for me
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| Don’t try to come for my head, I carry more than my name
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| I live with my own perspective, we may not think on the same
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| But that’s okay and we know this, but you don’t gotta run from it
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| I’m gon' love you regardless so you ain’t got no love for me
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| And I know
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| Yeah, been tryna know my part for a while
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| But you ain’t gone get me off my route (Yeah)
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| And I’ma stand tall and I’ma trust God
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| And I’ma get this money 'til I fall ('Til I fall, yeah)
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| 'Cause they ain’t gotta love me no way (Ain't gotta love me, no)
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| They ain’t gotta love me no way (Ain't gotta love me, no)
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| They ain’t gotta love me no way (Yup)
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| No way (No way), no way (No way)
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| They tell me it’s a cold world, I guess that’s why my feet froze
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| Might be a little paranoid if the truth can be told (Okay)
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| Lock up the door to my heart (Okay), nowdays I use a peephole (Okay)
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| I know what’s lurkin' outside, I seen the wolf in sheep clothes (I seen the
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| wolf in sheep clothes)
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| Look on through the fake friend circles so you can keep those
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| No comfort dissin' the man, nah I don’t believe that he rose (Don't believe
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| that he rose)
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| They tell you, «Play the game with all, don’t let 'em hurt you», D. Rose (Uh)
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| But boy, they’ll do you foul and they won’t even give you free throws (Free
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| throws)
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| So I just stick to the script, don’t even need a b-roll (Nah)
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| Just need my fam and my click, I’m stickin' to the G code (Code)
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| Don’t need permission to ball (Nah), no validation from y’all (Nah)
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| Some dudes pretend to be tall when they just really Skee-Los
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| But I ain’t stressin' on somethin', I done learned to embrace rejection (True)
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| No sweat if you don’t like me, I still hope you see a blessin'
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| Whole world could be against me long as God for me
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| Don’t really need acceptance from ya long as God love me
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| And I know
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| Yeah, been tryna know my part for a while
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| But you ain’t gone get me off my route (Yeah)
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| And I’ma stand tall and I’ma trust God
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| And I’ma get this money 'til I fall ('Til I fall, yeah)
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| 'Cause they ain’t gotta love me no way (Ain't gotta love me, no)
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| They ain’t gotta love me no way (Ain't gotta love me, no)
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| They ain’t gotta love me no way (Yup)
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| No way (No way), no way (No way)
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| 'Cause they ain’t gotta love me no way
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| They ain’t gotta love me no way
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| They ain’t gotta love me no way
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| No way |