| What do you think people see when they look at you?
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| Look, you see our gold chains and our flashy cars
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| I see a lack of self-worth and I see battle scars
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| He has to be with twenty man when he wears jewelry
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| And you see it as gangsta, I see it as it as insecurity
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| Where I’m from, everybody wants to make it out
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| But nobody wants to see somebody make it out
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| It ain’t about who came around but more about who stayed around
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| Behind the scenes
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| They say that God gave us eyes to see
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| You see the video vixens and all their pearly whites
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| But you don’t see the dirty nights
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| Long days and early flights
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| You see the deals and think all these rappers laughin' now
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| But you don’t get that if we weren’t already, we’re a target now
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| You see all the groupie girls and think they’re Heaven-sent
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| I see twenty-five minutes worth of empty sex
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| To tell a lie
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| It wasn’t my intention to objectify
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| But I can testify, I seen some shit you couldn’t rectify
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| You see this industry where everybody came up
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| I see a bag of weird rappers and some fake love
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| Fake handshakes and fake spuds with fake comments
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| Where everybody covers costs but never pays homage
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| The scene turned on me, people tryna ruin me
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| Where most would see a problem, I’m seein' an opportunity
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| To drop a freestyle and kill them niggas that were booing me
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| I made my haters watch and put the screw inside of scrutiny
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| Beautifully
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| Also, if I am attendin', security is comin' first like I was tryna shop at
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| duty-free
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| Where the fuck’s the unity?
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| Where I come from, there’s no class, forget truancy
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| We have got nowt in common
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| Them niggas see a molehill and make a mountain from it
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| See see a Cuban and a whip, I see a house deposit
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| How to stop it?
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| Niggas saw keys and went to trial for shottin'
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| I saw keys, learned to play and made thousands from it
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| You see the club poppin' when we do the show
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| But you don’t see the studio
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| My life is not a movie, bro
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| Champagne bottles and all the screaming girls
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| It’s ironic how you’ll never hear a scream for help
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| Fuckin' hell
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| Why d’you think we’re goin' through the same thing?
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| Depression when you make it
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| The pressure and the hatred
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| Your people talk about you, you can’t say shit
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| The moment that you ain’t it, the labels are lookin' for replacements
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| Same shit
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| People start forgettin' what you’ve done for them
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| Everyone in music’s gonna take until there’s nothin' left
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| Your fans are switchin' up on you
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| And they don’t know how tough it gets
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| Readin' through your old comments
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| Tryna feel some love again
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| I see karma go to work
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| But God schemes harder
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| I heard success come quickly but it leaves faster
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| Secrets are what my enemies have been after
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| Only Ls I’m hidin' in my closet have a V after
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| So, looking at it from another perspective
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| Playing Devil’s advocate
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| Considering you know you’re obviously becoming famous
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| So to speak
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| But you still deal with a lot of issues on a human level
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| Do you ever just sit and wonder about the stories behind the people you meet
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| day by day?
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| Does that make you feel grateful in a weird way
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| For you life and problems? |