| If these walls could speak
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| I wouldn’t have to make believe you’re here
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| Holy angel, just stop the fire that burns in me
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| I need a saviour cause I’m scared of me
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| I done been through hell and back
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| I’m seeing demons everyday, calling me Kettle Black
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| Perfectionists if you’re perfect, where your medal at?
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| My life way going downhill, I had to pedal back
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| These niggas always wanna talk about the lame shit
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| If I looked back on my life, I wouldn’t change shit
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| Maybe a couple more cars so I can lane switch
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| If I put that mic on silence and never sang shit
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| This my life and this your job dawg
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| I’m too hot, got me thinking did the clouds fall? |
| Probably not
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| Shit just put me back up in the bleachers
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| Back when all a nigga had was a pair of sneakers
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| All this stress on my chest, I’m fucking having seizures
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| Nowadays, having fun is fucking illegal
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| Walking with your head down, that’s not grown man shit
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| I’m taking over the game until I own that bitch
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| Yeah nigga in my hood them choppers always busting
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| Niggas living day to day like tomorrow ain’t nothing
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| Fuck love, that shit get in the way now
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| She loving every nigga, ass up and face down
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| Addicted to the game, my young’ns use a .38, first 48
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| They gon' throw that shit away, bet they never catch a case
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| I’m gon' separate myself from all the lames
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| If I die and float away, you gon' feel my mama pain
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| Sitting in my room, I’m reminiscing
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| Shit I ain’t have a pot to piss in
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| Family whipping crack up in the kitchen
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| All eyes on me so pay attention
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| Got a problem with the DA should’ve stayed my ass in VA
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| Thousand hours some bull, picking trash up off the freeway
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| I’m the nigga that the kids looking up to
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| Straight A’s now before they say «Fuck school»
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| Ha and I don’t bite my tongue for no weak nigga
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| Cause y’all never had to starve for a week nigga
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| No clothes but 44 to a house hold
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| Stomach growling but I kept my fucking mouth closed
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| If these walls could speak
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| I wouldn’t have to make believe you’re here
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| Holy angel, just stop the fire that burns in me
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| I need a saviour cause I’m scared of me
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| Came in the game thinkin' music was the way out
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| To get us off the corners, hit records was the pay out
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| Hard transitionin' from hustlin' 'til it’s grey out
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| A decade with the devil, lemme show you how this play out
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| Started as a duo, didn’t stay a duo
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| Things fall apart, Ricky Martin left Menudo
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| Was a team of us, everything was for the crew though
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| Never Rosé while my niggas sippin' Nuvo
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| So, so records bought more dope
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| Every record label dollar went to more coke
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| Ghetto rich but still scramblin' like we poor folks
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| We was all goin' left from what the Lord taught
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| The pressure, my pride wouldn’t let up
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| The way they took my niggas had us thinkin' we was set up
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| All at once so the pain hardly let up
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| Now this bitch mumblin' 'round the house about she fed up
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| Yugh, when it rains, it pours, nigga
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| Dope boys expect the money, hungry whore nigga
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| Woo, with my niggas and the feds
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| Do you think I give a fuck if Def Jam is in the red?
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| They’ll undership your record while they pillow talk in bed
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| So I never try to talk them motherfuckers off the ledge
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| «Jump nigga,"like Joe Clark said
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| If you ain’t tryna win then you better off dead, gone
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| If these walls could speak
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| I wouldn’t have to make believe you’re here
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| Holy angel, just stop the fire that burns in me
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| I need a saviour cause I’m scared of me |