| I’m not the same since I left
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| Sold my soul in hollywood for a deal and a check
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| And a bad bitch. |
| Who don’t complain when she give
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| Me neck who don’t restrain when I’m biting her chest
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| I been real stressed. |
| But I know that I’m gonna be a star
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| But they act they like they don’t hear me
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| I remember being up in the whip I turn my song on
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| Everybody turning around like who the fuck is this?
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| Damn dude spit I never heard this… yo I’m like man
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| That’s me. |
| Never took a brother serious
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| Up in third period writing raps down but y’all gone see
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| I swear, one day I’ma be on tv I did that last year
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| They still sleep on me. |
| But dawg I’ma be great
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| And I’ma pack stadiums one day like OJ at USC I been
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| In this weird place of late I moved away
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| From my home I just wanna paint
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| Just to hit the stage just to find my ways
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| So I’ma slave to the mutherfucking page? |
| Sacrificed everything chasing fucking
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| fame is this tiny apartment
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| I think my friend hate me I know my ex hate me
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| Cause I was only 15 and I wasn’t ready to have that baby
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| Ya know… fuck is this to real for a song life gets real
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| When you living it wrong life gets ill
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| When you in the danger zone
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| Being black in america is one
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| Cause we becoming victims of the gun
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| NAS said it best I gave you power
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| You lying my people to rest in that uniform
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| Like the lord had gave you power but
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| No religon no Malcom nor Garvey or Martin
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| Just a man with a spirit like James Harden
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| A younging from Houston who came off the bench
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| But now De’Wayne starting shit nah De’Wayne starving
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| No food in my kitchen turn around you see I’m ballin
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| Not in which a baller balls but when a kid
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| Growing up really fast and can’t answer when his mom
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| Calls. |
| Cause he in the stu faded off the vibes
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| Tryna save the world like superman in disguise
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| That’s like the realist shit I ever wrote
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| I just wanna inspire before I have to go
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| That made me think about my granny
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| But before I see her I’ma need a grammy
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| And I swear that made me think about my granny
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| But before I see her again I’ma need a grammy |