| Don’t take my kindness for weakness, oh no
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| Don’t take my silence for ignorance, oh no
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| So if you’re into steppin' over lines, stompin' on my way of life
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| There’s two things you need to know
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| We don’t retreat, we reload
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| Always into givin' a helpin' hand, but never take a handout
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| Shakin' hands to sign a deal, that’s what we’re still about
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| Keep sweat on our brow and dirt on our plow
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| In hopes for makin' a future for the ones that we care about
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| It’s a tradition, passed down like hand-me-down jeans with stitches
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| That humble background is rollin' through our system, flowin' like a river
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| Bred to be a hero and never play the victim
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| Never start nothin', but we will finish it
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| So don’t be so quick to run your lips
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| Cause you could get slapped by the same hand that I woulda helped you with
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| Somebody tell 'em
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| Don’t take my kindness for weakness
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| Don’t take my silence for ignorance
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| So if you’re into steppin' over lines, stompin' on my way of life
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| There’s two things you need to know
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| We don’t retreat, we reload
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| A lot of times we don’t speak, we just listen
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| Silence is a virtue, try it and find out what you been missin'
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| Although we keep our distance, I peak over the fence
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| And think the world needs a little John Wayne in it
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| Respect is earned, we say ma’am and sir
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| Salute those who served, cause it’s well deserved
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| The first to call you out if you’re lyin'
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| But the last to kick ya out if you’re tryin'
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| We’re the worst folks to those who kick us when we’re down
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| But the best to those who’ve always been around
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| Friends for life, trespassers get shot once
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| Survivors, shot twice
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| Don’t take my kindness for weakness
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| Don’t take my silence for ignorance
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| So if you’re into steppin' over lines, stompin' on my way of life
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| There’s two things you need to know
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| We don’t retreat, we reload
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| Nah we don’t retreat, we reload |