| Struggling I’m trynna find my way
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| Fighting I’m having battles with faith
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| They criticize me and speak on my name
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| But perfect’s something I’ll never be
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| I remember days back as a kids
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| They was hating saying I was neva gonna b nothing dope
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| They was saying I was neva gonna make it they would try to put me in a headlock
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| had me by the throat
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| They was a little boi snot nose
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| Wrong path I was dodging all the potholes
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| Syndrome they diagnosed called Stockholm
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| Going through hell was walking on the hot coals
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| Momma said I was a special case
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| And demons talk to those we cannot replace
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| That the world was a hell and test of faith to crown those who would walk to
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| the heavens gates
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| So I’d sit and wait
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| Face to face with those who would try to break my mental state
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| Then take all the hurt and pain and
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| Paint barbells id use just to shoulder weight now my strength got people asking
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| like who’s stopping him
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| We ain’t neva seen a nigga this popping without that garbage that be
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| brainwashing them
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| So everytime I get a chance im bombing the verbal vomit is tik tik toking em
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| into a coffin ya 15 seconds is up be Giannis the
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| The bucks you chase couldn’t chip my commas I digest greats and I paid my homage
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| Fuck cheese what I’m spitting is nachos
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| Niggas didn’t believe I was spitting this gospel
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| Now they gotta receive take a swig of the hot sauce
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| Bow and get on they knees cause these verses Picasso
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| I won’t fold yes I got my soul every bar I throw
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| Is strike I bowl they won’t pin me no I won’t spare or go down the path they
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| chose ima bring them home
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| Struggling I’m trynna find my way
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| Fighting I’m having battles with faith
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| They criticize me and speak on my name
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| But perfect’s something I’ll never be
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| Struggling I’m trynna find my way
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| Fighting I’m having battles with faith
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| They criticize me and speak on my name
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| But perfect’s something I’ll never be
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| Now I’m a veteran
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| They didn’t know they was fucking round with a specimen
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| Many men tried to get me but my adrenaline came in so heavy that I was able to
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| take on 10 of them
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| Every battle was won I made them irrelevant
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| The screams loud the cries of men deafening
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| I told em all I was sorry and that I’m heaven scent but if I gotta kill em then
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| fuck it I’ll go to hell again
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| Now I’m straight driving it
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| I see demons pull-up outside to the left and the right
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| Trynna get up inside so I gas every beat and let em know what I’m vibing with
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| Don’t gimme that paper I’m not signing it
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| I see the evil you niggas ain’t disgusting it
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| I’m sick wit it not talking about sinuses
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| If they wanna puppet I’m throwing a peace sign to it
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| Ate the hate then put it the game in reverse
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| Built a base, engaged and through the flames I emerged
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| Grabbed the gates of hell to close then turned to devil’s face and said we are
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| adjourned
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| Every cell and each and every single nerve in my body jumped as I began purge
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| then hit
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| I the bend and sped around he curve to the sign that said return back up to
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| earth
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| Now they haunt me
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| Can’t get up off me
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| Waking the people up like some ccc coffee
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| Devils knows what I’m doing so here trying to stop me
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| Braking the chains of mental slaves
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| On path less chose went against the grain
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| Everybody fucking knows Dax the next to reign
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| Anybody who oppose burns then heats the flame throws then seeks the sheep
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| Then begin to change
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| Struggling I’m trynna find my way
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| Fighting I’m having battles with faith
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| They criticize me and speak on my name
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| But perfect’s something I’ll never be
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| Struggling I’m trynna find my way
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| Fighting I’m having battles with faith
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| They criticize me and speak on my name
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| But perfect’s something I’ll never be |