| Yo I’ll be the last man standing
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| My hands cramped, can’t see
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| My family can’t stand me cause I grew to be an MC
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| My girl’s sick and tired of not getting attention
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| Really she thinks I’m fucked doesn’t wanna be mentioned
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| My competition is why I do this
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| And all my clothes are too big
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| One exception, my shoes fit
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| I got my priorities straight but can’t figure them out
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| So i’ma even them out in to equal amounts, yo
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| It’s only seldom my career
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| Forget the past class still an action skill
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| Reachin maximum, my overdrives extensive
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| Runnin off of stress
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| Sick of gettin bills should’ve gave a false address
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| My pulse can’t rest I’m all a mess
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| My life is a twist, writin' this shit, enlighten you clique
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| Recitin' the script, to keep my metal intact
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| Gettin' mad writin' lyrics and my pencil will snap
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| The formatted flow that functions ferocious
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| Got animated attitude to attempt to approach this
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| Let your flow spit my departures hopeless
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| And now you know this, no excuse when I flow shit
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| This is my li-i-i-i-ife
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| And I’m doin' what I want (like)
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| Drinkin alcohol 'til I’m drunk (right)
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| And you ain’t go no say in my life
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| So mind your own business
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| Yo my whole anatomy got a world of people mad at me
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| Climbin' rapidly, got people chasin after me
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| My faculty is actually sitting near the back of me
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| Ground Squad pound hard think about it, it has to be
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| And actively we put in work, rap for free
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| Makin' moves and the money, that’s strategy
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| Practically you only half of me, I’m last to bleed
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| And keep it tight like a family, yo but anyway
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| I’m gonna take this to another level
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| Try to compare and I’ll distort your shit like heavy metal
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| My mind is temperamental, makin these instrumentals
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| Still essential, but so much potential
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| Innovate, no stencil, drawn with pencil
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| Keep eventful, lettin loose, fuck confidential
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| This is me and i’ma let it all out with the mic in my hand
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| Make you jump on command, ah damn
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| Only so much I can take before I break out this weapon
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| And start lyrically infectin'
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| Then put down my foot on kids who impose
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| Leave you stone cold frozen, now who’s open? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Life , by - Classified. Song from the album While You Were Sleeping, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп