| They try to figure you out
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| They try to hold you down
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| They tie a rope around your neck
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| To keep your feet on the ground
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| Traps and snares
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| It’s a minefield out there
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| Together we’ll push through
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| Together loosen this noose
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| We are the reason to live, let it bubble within
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| Traps and snares
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| It’s a minefield out there
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| And I, whoooo I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive (x2)
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| I’ve been feeling ordinary and common lately
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| Demotivated and uninspired
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| This is so far from my character
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| I mean look at everything that I’ve acquired
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| I should be a cheerful being
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| I took every step carefully
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| I’m far from being myself
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| But somehow my dreams have never been so near to me
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| So did I sell out
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| Or would they consider me real if I fail and I fell off
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| Is making music that doesn’t appeal to the masses the only way that I could get
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| props
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| Am I discredited by my success
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| Or all these sexy women getting undressed
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| They wanna know if the fame’s too much yet
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| Well, got a lot of things that I supress
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| And it sucks, yes
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| But I don’t give a fuck yeah
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| As long as I transgress
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| I’m in a foreign land with bad bitches
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| My shirt off, screaming dumb shit like 2 Pac back, hah!
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| I’m aware cause I fear
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| Being a has-been that was here for a mere
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| Writing the last verse on the album
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| Felt like picking an outfit I’mma wear for a year
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| They try to figure you out
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| They try to hold you down
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| They tie a rope around your neck
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| To keep your feet on the ground
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| Traps and snares
|
| It’s a minefield out there
|
| Together we’ll push through
|
| Together loosen this noose
|
| We are the reason to live, let it bubble within
|
| Traps and snares
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| It’s a minefield out there
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| And I, whoooo I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive (x2)
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| Yeah I remember coming up here
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| All I had was fake gold chains and a real dream
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| Thinking all I had to do was keep it real and they’ll feel me
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| But little did I know
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| That even if I call them when I blow stacks
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| Even though all my mates excel
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| Haters will hate
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| Haters will hate man
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| Haters even hate themselves
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| But the crowd knows that I’m the truth nigga, uh
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| Thought you had them fooled niggas
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| So how you gonna sell more bottles in the club when I am putting kids through
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| school nigga
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| You take your time and you tweet me
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| Just to piss me off thinking I’ll give it up
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| I’m like hashtag that awkward moment when this nigga think I give a fuck
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| But truth’s that I do
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| You’re a human right
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| I’m human too
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| Man I got a mom and I got a dad
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| I’m tryna make them proud put yourself in my shoes
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| I’m just tryna do, what I gotta do
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| First we get the crib, and then we get the coupe
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| Now fede we the shit
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| And we inspire you
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| Cause style se legit
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| But you can do it too
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| They try to figure you out
|
| They try to hold you down
|
| They tie a rope around your neck
|
| To keep your feet on the ground
|
| Traps and snares
|
| It’s a minefield out there
|
| Together we’ll push through
|
| Together loosen this noose
|
| We are the reason to live, let it bubble within
|
| Traps and snares
|
| It’s a minefield out there
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| And I, whoooo I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive (x2) |