| Many men wish failure on me
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| Run from my life until I can’t breathe
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| Tryna be everything that I’m destined to be
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| And they just tryna take my hype away
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| Got my mind on my money that’s why I can’t sleep
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| Fallin' off is an option I know I can’t see
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| I’m chasin' after G’s cause this life ain’t cheep
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| And failure’s a terrible price to pay
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| Many men
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| Ma-a-a-any, Ma-a-a-any
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| Wish the worst on me
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| Major Pain
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| I hope your money senior citizen ain’t what that statutory
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| I talk and walk that walk to that infinite path to glory
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| You met someone that said they knew me and had a story
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| You mean someone that’s in my no mentioning category
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| I don’t give major energy to really minor people
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| I give them the Major Pain and then I hit them with the sequel
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| Your weapon isn’t equal to my loaded Desert Eagle
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| Move forward cause limp backwards is equivalent to evil
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| And I’m no Beanie Sigel but you never was my people
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| Cause if you was my people then you’d know I’d always beat you
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| If that’s the cost of fame, look like my pockets is receipt full
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| Cause I didn’t pay the cost to see so many turn deceitful
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| Look what I did, and all of it was fo' scrilla
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| I turn these young boys to monsters, no thriller
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| E N E M Y, no foe illa
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| A hoe, I just fo-fo-fo-foget her
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| Eyes turning real wide when I’m approachin' her
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| Weapon in my Chinchila, coat killa
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| Got a Chinchilla case for towin' my heater
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| Took a picture of my pistol then I show it to Peter
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| Ain’t walked in my shoes then I don’t owe you an Adida'
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| Matter fact I don’t owe the strap on the toe of a beela
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| I’m a over achiever, I’m a over believer
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| I will blitz for the chips and then elbow your receiver
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| Did it once and I see you want me to show I repeat a lot of my past but I’m
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| past done on my owin' you meter
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| Many men wish failure on me
|
| Run from my life until I can’t breathe
|
| Tryna be everything that I’m destined to be
|
| And they just tryna take my hype away
|
| Got my mind on my money that’s why I can’t sleep
|
| Fallin' off is an option I know I can’t see
|
| I’m chasin' after G’s cause this life ain’t cheep
|
| And failure’s a terrible price to pay
|
| Many men
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| But hell
|
| What is success without failure?
|
| How did I succeed when the teacher said «I'm gon fail ya.»
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| Well, I know I’m gon tell you principal can’t expel ya
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| You call it a bribe but I’d rather call it a helpa'
|
| Uhh
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| The location is down in Houston
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| And I’m so sick and tired that business can get confusin'
|
| See your intuition told me to get in an institution
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| My intuition told me to get me some sick producin'
|
| Spit is sick like pollution
|
| I got the smartest mouth
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| What is yo college bout
|
| In the world there’s a smartness drought
|
| Yeah, I’m a call 'em out, I evolved in a slaughter house
|
| Slaughter your Atacama is the words from Obama’s mouth
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| Feelin' all on your spouse, You live on your momma’s couch
|
| They told you that money talks, while your dollars are not announced
|
| Ain’t got a lot a ouch
|
| Look at the wall
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| 15's beatin' so hard that my plaques start to fall
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| Look at former friends, smilin' and plotin' to see me fall
|
| I miss a step and fall and still be 10 flights higher than ya’ll
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| (Hold Up)
|
| Ku Klux Klan to a black man hype
|
| If you got fire they gon' see it and try to take yo life
|
| They ain’t take my knife
|
| They can’t take my righ (t) —
|
| Ffle, I got it cocked and loaded so just take that snipe
|
| Tired of fools with rules that spell lose
|
| Insubordinate as ever my rules just spell cool
|
| Choose, do what you wanna do
|
| If you wanna cause if you don’t do it nobody but you really gonna
|
| In a society where you can choose marijuana
|
| And a women named Stephanie will choose to marry Wanda
|
| And a male won’t tell that he would rather pick a brother
|
| Don’t want the world to discover his male significant other
|
| Undercover lovers infectin' the industry
|
| And even undercover others that give you the ministry
|
| I know that I ain’t perfect I know I’m a sinner G
|
| But I’m hopin' if you listenin' you feelin' my synergy
|
| Amen
|
| Many men
|
| So ma-a-a-any
|
| Wish the worst on me
|
| Wish the worst on me
|
| Till I bring that Major Pain
|
| Many men wish failure on me
|
| Run from my life until I can’t breathe |
| Tryna be everything that I’m destined to be
|
| And they just tryna take my hype away
|
| Got my mind on my money that’s why I can’t sleep
|
| Fallin' off is an option I know I can’t see
|
| I’m chasin' after G’s cause this life ain’t cheep
|
| And failure’s a terrible price to pay
|
| Many men
|
| Ma-a-a-any, Ma-a-a-any
|
| Wish the worst on me
|
| Major Pain
|
| I hope your money senior citizen ain’t what that statutory
|
| I talk and walk that walk to that infinite path to glory
|
| You met someone that said they knew me and had a story
|
| You mean someone that’s in my no mentioning category
|
| I don’t give major energy to really minor people
|
| I give them the Major Pain and then I hit them with the sequel
|
| Your weapon isn’t equal to my loaded Desert Eagle
|
| Move forward cause limp backwards is equivalent to evil
|
| And I’m no Beanie Sigel but you never was my people
|
| Cause if you was my people then you’d know I’d always beat you
|
| If that’s the cost of fame, look like my pockets is receipt full
|
| Cause I didn’t pay the cost to see so many turn deceitful
|
| Look what I did, and all of it was fo' scrilla
|
| I turn these young boys to monsters, no thriller
|
| E N E M Y, no foe illa
|
| A hoe, I just fo-fo-fo-foget her
|
| Eyes turning real wide when I’m approachin' her
|
| Weapon in my Chinchila, coat killa
|
| Got a Chinchilla case for towin' my heater
|
| Took a picture of my pistol then I show it to Peter
|
| Ain’t walked in my shoes then I don’t owe you an Adida'
|
| Matter fact I don’t owe the strap on the toe of a beela
|
| I’m a over achiever, I’m a over believer
|
| I will blitz for the chips and then elbow your receiver
|
| Did it once and I see you want me to show I repeat a lot of my past but I’m
|
| past done on my owin' you meter
|
| Many men wish failure on me
|
| Run from my life until I can’t breathe
|
| Tryna be everything that I’m destined to be
|
| And they just tryna take my hype away
|
| Got my mind on my money that’s why I can’t sleep
|
| Fallin' off is an option I know I can’t see
|
| I’m chasin' after G’s cause this life ain’t cheep
|
| And failure’s a terrible price to pay
|
| Many men
|
| But hell
|
| What is success without failure?
|
| How did I succeed when the teacher said «I'm gon fail ya.»
|
| Well, I know I’m gon tell you principal can’t expel ya
|
| You call it a bribe but I’d rather call it a helpa'
|
| Uhh
|
| The location is down in Houston
|
| And I’m so sick and tired that business can get confusin'
|
| See your intuition told me to get in an institution
|
| My intuition told me to get me some sick producin'
|
| Spit is sick like pollution
|
| I got the smartest mouth
|
| What is yo college bout
|
| In the world there’s a smartness drought
|
| Yeah, I’m a call 'em out, I evolved in a slaughter house
|
| Slaughter your Atacama is the words from Obama’s mouth
|
| Feelin' all on your spouse, You live on your momma’s couch
|
| They told you that money talks, while your dollars are not announced
|
| Ain’t got a lot a ouch
|
| Look at the wall
|
| 15's beatin' so hard that my plaques start to fall
|
| Look at former friends, smilin' and plotin' to see me fall
|
| I miss a step and fall and still be 10 flights higher than ya’ll
|
| (Hold Up)
|
| Ku Klux Klan to a black man hype
|
| If you got fire they gon' see it and try to take yo life
|
| They ain’t take my knife
|
| They can’t take my righ (t) —
|
| Ffle, I got it cocked and loaded so just take that snipe
|
| Tired of fools with rules that spell lose
|
| Insubordinate as ever my rules just spell cool
|
| Choose, do what you wanna do
|
| If you wanna cause if you don’t do it nobody but you really gonna
|
| In a society where you can choose marijuana
|
| And a women named Stephanie will choose to marry Wanda
|
| And a male won’t tell that he would rather pick a brother
|
| Don’t want the world to discover his male significant other
|
| Undercover lovers infectin' the industry
|
| And even undercover others that give you the ministry
|
| I know that I ain’t perfect I know I’m a sinner G
|
| But I’m hopin' if you listenin' you feelin' my synergy
|
| Amen
|
| Many men
|
| So ma-a-a-any
|
| Wish the worst on me
|
| Wish the worst on me
|
| Till I bring that Major Pain |