| You get what you get, nigga
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| Ay freeze, give me that lighter bro
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| Go ahead and light something up
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| Vibe with me
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| Never letting this entertainment business drive me (drive me)
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| Never will I let being famous make me cocky (making me cocky)
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| So I watch out for these bitches
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| Cause it’ll take them thirty years for them
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| To try to tarnish your name like Bill Cosby
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| No paparazzi all in front of my steps
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| Sometimes, we brothers, we just do that shit to ourselves
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| We learn from it with a little help in a major way
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| I’m just hoping we don’t fuck around
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| And make the same mistakes (okay)
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| But look I’m back here in the same spot that I left in (that I left in)
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| You don’t know me, cool
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| I’m making my very best first impression
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| Been blessed to send yall a message
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| For every time you get into the mood
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| I’m here for the grown folks to youth
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| Your family and boo and you
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| I’m talking everybody
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| You can accept it at your own pace
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| But we can’t keep screaming racism
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| If we killing our own race
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| Not only are we against them
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| We against us
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| We been fucked up
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| Cause this rap life is a fucking false reality
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| If I could make a living keeping it real with y’all
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| Keeping it real with y’all, keeping it real with y’all
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| Then I could go to the grave knowing I did my job
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| Did my job by not promoting a false reality
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| Touching the world, got to make this music live forever man
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| Live forever man, live forever man
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| Never let someone make you feel you don’t feel deserve everything
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| These false realities ain’t everything (I know I’m right)
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| She was dying on the outside
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| Baby was growing on the inside
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| Bringing a new life into this life
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| How did it get this way?
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| Dealing with these petty thugs
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| That rather hit every club
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| Instead of giving they baby mama belly rubs
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| Childish things
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| Lie about a lot of these things
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| Like trying to get close to bad bitches
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| Not knowing we putting down our queens
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| We don’t even notice all this drama we cause
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| Look, if you don’t know nothing about how to love, brother
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| You don’t know nothing at all
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| Thinking like what if fifty years ago
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| They had what we got?
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| These cell phones or the Internet
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| Would have been divided by color
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| You all can’t even prepare us for this shit we dealing with now
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| So the newer niggas gotta be able to help their younger brothers
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| And love each other
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| Cause the people still talking
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| The soul of Doctor King is still marching
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| We dealing with these everyday tragedies
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| Kids wrapped up in the rap life
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| That’s false reality
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| (No I don’t got to bring up race to know this country was build off it,
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| I’m just saying)
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| If I could make a living keeping it real with y’all
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| Keeping it real with y’all, keeping it real with y’all
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| Then I could go to the grave knowing I did my job
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| Did my job by not promoting a false reality
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| Touching the world, got to make this music live forever man
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| Live forever man, live forever man
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| Never let someone make you feel you don’t feel deserve everything
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| These false realities ain’t everything (I know I’m right) |