| Hell yeah
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| I remember rocking shows for free
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| Tryna sell a CD hand to hand
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| I can’t go there again (I can’t forgive)
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| Dela with the beat, yes that’s the bullshit
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| When nobody was giving a damn (oh yeah)
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| I remember rocking shows for free
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| Tryna sell a CD hand to hand
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| I can’t go there again (I can’t forgive)
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| Dela with the beat, yes that’s the bullshit
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| When nobody was giving a damn (nobody)
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| I feel like I’m in another world, another place
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| Within the span of two years, the way they see your brother face
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| It has taken a drastic change
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| Three sixty, ladies and cats don’t act th same
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| I guess that explains
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| Why my phon keeps continiously ringing, people reaching out
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| Before they was deep in doubt
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| And didn’t think I’m leavin’em out
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| Zo be more than a battle MC with punch lines
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| Who rapped over mediocre beats, but now it comes time
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| For me to explode, shine, and get some love
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| Like Michael J. Fox, nobody knew how sick I was
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| But at the end of the day, it ain’t about the way I spit
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| It’s about the bigger names that I’m associated with
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| This rap game is nothing more than bullshit and politics
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| A shady cat tryna squeeze every dolla out of it
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| Now everybody is asking what favours out of the blue
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| But I don’t break my neck for anyone outside of my crew
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| I used to walk around the club every week, looking foolish
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| Getting zero amount of love, tryna hustle my music
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| And localheads looked at me like I was kidnapping a
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| Acting like it’s cool but I know what’s in the back of they minds
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| Cuz half of the time, these little motherfuckers wouldn’t speak
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| Now they asking me to rhyme, tryna slide me beats
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| Now everything changed and everyone is a little more friendlier
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| Would hit in agendas you don’t think I remember
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| I remember rocking shows for free
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| Tryna sell a CD hand to hand
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| I can’t go there again (I can’t forgive)
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| Dela with the beat, yes that’s the bullshit
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| When nobody was giving a damn (hell yeah)
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| I remember rocking shows for free
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| Tryna sell a CD hand to hand
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| I can’t go there again (I can’t forgive)
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| Dela with the beat, yes that’s the bullshit
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| When nobody was giving a damn
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| I remember (I remember), hell yeah (hell yeah)
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| I remember (I remember), don’t you? |
| (don't you?)
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| I remember (I remember), hell yeah (hell yeah)
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| I remember (I remember), don’t you? |
| (don't you?)
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| I’m from a place where local MCs never get applause
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| Unless they make music for croc clubs and titty bars
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| So many people think this music isn’t hard
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| So every other dummy got a label or a business car
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| You gotta watch these fake sellin' dreams
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| Cuz you could sign your life away, they walk away with everything
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| These clowns need to watch the bullshit they promise people
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| Little with less power than a people
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| I can make you a star, yeah I don’t believe it
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| Yeah your album’s coming out in march, man I believe it when I see it
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| Leaving different companies, I probably never see a lighter day
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| , regardless I find a way
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| Some of y’all are good cats
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| But my landlord and babymom don’t wanna hear the album
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| Getting pushed back, I look back
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| Learn from my mistakes and keep makin' moves, april fools
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| Do anybody think I’m gonna wait for you
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| I put too much time in it to waste it on people
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| And have niggas holding me up like
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| I’m faced with this everyday on the regular, the norm
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| But I refuse to set a walk and form
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| I came way too far to let these 15 seconds of fame slip away
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| It’s the same shit a different day and I ain’t gonna change, son
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| What you think my memory shot and I forgot where I came from
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| Man I remember rocking shows for free
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| Tryna sell a CD hand to hand
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| I can’t go there again (I can’t forgive)
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| Dela with the beat, yes that’s the bullshit
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| When nobody was giving a damn (oh yeah)
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| I remember rocking shows for free
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| Tryna sell a CD hand to hand
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| I can’t go there again (I can’t forgive)
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| Dela with the beat, yes that’s the bullshit
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| When nobody was giving a damn (what, what)
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| It’s like that yah, uh
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| Seven times out of ten we listen to our music at night |