| Verse 1: Po3
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| A thug changes, and love changes
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| And as they tell me best friends become strangers
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| Yea, word up, but… I never thought this could’ve happened to us
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| I truly believed you had my back and so I granted my trust
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| Instead of hands upon my shoulder, it was dagger you thrust
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| And while it hurt I just imagined you must, like it was a part of the cycle
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| Harder you fight, the less you win
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| Back at the start of the hike I wanted to write with the best of them
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| Halfway up the mountain now and I question when the quest begins
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| Once I hit the crest I can address the wind, catch a breath again,
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| spread it thin
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| I remember when intelligence was welcome in a conversation
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| But can’t recall just when we stopped relating
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| It’s hard to say it but I think we simply grew apart
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| I was so moved the day you introduced me to this art
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| That I would never stop and couldn’t do it just to prove I fit the part
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| I knew the hardest move to make was keeping true at heart
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| And so I meditated on it, my message stayed as honest |
| As a medicated prisoner who would get a steak for talking
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| And I’m a goner now, missing you is all I got left
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| I met you in a park back when I knew myself a lot less
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| I was a hot mess, you taught me how to cool my jets and talk fresh
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| Then you jetted, and I just couldn’t get to where you were headed, shit
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| Hook: Po3
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| So long, you’re not the man I used to know now
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| An imitator steady fakin' on the low down
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| But hold on, me and the family got that old sound
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| Demonstratin' how to hold down for the whole town
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| So long, you’re not the man I used to know now
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| An imitator steady fakin' on the low down
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| But hold on, me and the family got that old sound
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| Demonstratin' how to hold down for the whole town
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| Verse 2: Cee
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| Yeah, best friends become, best friends become
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| Best friends become strangers
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| Yeah, yo, I don’t have beef with anybody but I’m mad at you
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| And everybody changes but you morphed into a different dude
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| We met when I was a kid at 12 or 13
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| And I was immediately hypnotized by the way you dress and you speak |
| You was the coolest thing I ever seen or heard
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| I was impressionable, and soaked up all the game you puttin' down in your words
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| And you was too real, my parents tried to stop me being ‘round you
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| But we never let a little interference stop us hanging out
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| And shit I studied you, you gave me a voice
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| I’ve given you love, you given me art, awakening passion that be moving the boy,
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| pause
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| You showed me how to stand up as a man and speak my truth
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| Giving me confidence for shit I never knew I could do
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| But that’s a distant memory, I mean, I still feel your effect on me
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| But things ain’t been the same since you put money in your recipe
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| And there’s an element of fraudulence taintin' your style I’m hearin'
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| A fuckin' shame if you ask me but hey, you livin'
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| And I bet your soul is still intact
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| Behind the facade, behind all the lights and smoke and mirrors lies a realness
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| that cracked
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| And here’s to hoping you don’t lose your glow
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| But for now, imitator, so long, you’re a shadow of the man I used to know, oh |
| Hook: Po3
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| So long, you’re not the man I used to know now
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| An imitator steady fakin' on the low down
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| But hold on, me and the family got that old sound
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| Demonstratin' how to hold down for the whole town
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| So long, you’re not the man I used to know now
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| An imitator steady fakin' on the low down
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| But hold on, me and the family got that old sound
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| Demonstratin' how to hold down for the whole town
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| So long, you’re not the man I used to know now
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| An imitator steady fakin' on the low down
|
| But hold on, me and the family got that old sound
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| Demonstratin' how to hold down for the whole town
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| So long, you’re not the man I used to know now
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| An imitator steady fakin' on the low down
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| But hold on, me and the family got that old sound
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| Demonstratin' how to hold down for the whole town |