| Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief
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| Suffer through the weak but still in touch with what I see
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| Fuck it up on these beats
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| But you’d never notice I’ve been hiding what I’m holding to the potent that is
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| tree
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| Me, myself and I
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| Might not meet your standards, but I swear to God I try
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| Use the Lord in vain to get my point across, why?
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| I hate it, but I do it, like it’ll be aight
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| Got damn I need change, then I just smile
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| Why? |
| Cause it ain’t finna change nothing I’m around
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| Still gotta ride
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| Still gotta be down, load up and make it happen if shit ever gets wild
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| Surrounded by a crowd that you wouldn’t call friends
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| But these the same niggas that help you become a man
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| Poor child, I’m your child, I’m hoppin' out this van
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| Police tried to get us, so we ran
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| Fuck going to jail, I got bills to pay
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| My everyday life make me feel this way
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| But can you blame me? |
| Hang me up and frame me
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| Tried to keep smiling, but the smiles be shady
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| Being fake make me angry and change my flaws
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| Punished for the bad, rewarded for the good, man, we trained like dogs
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| Can’t see it, it ain’t even
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| No freedom when they ain’t leavin'
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| Pray for us, we all need it
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| Lately my praying getting stronger
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| But honestly they ain’t never been a problem
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| I’m tryna find my connection with God
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| That’s why I’ve been hiding behind this marijuana
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| Stressing, living, such a blessing if you listen
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| They wanna judge to my connection different so I made a decision
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| Made me feel weird cause I don’t get it to the niggas and the bitches
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| And I just wanna say fuck your opinion
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| Nigga, fuck your opinion
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| I’m blinded by successful thoughts
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| Everytime I come out, they got they tongue out
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| Man, I swear that I’m dealing with a stressful loss
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| We ain’t hung out since he got strung out
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| And still I stand
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| This weed take a real big effect on how chill I am
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| Still alive, but it killed my friend
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| I’m tryna show you my hurt, I’m not tryna show you how real I am
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| No one hear me, cause it’s all talk
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| Selfmade, I ain’t never finna fall off
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| We, actually talk, ya’ll all thoughts
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| Who would have thought
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| That little nigga from the ballpark would make a change in the world
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| Fucked up, but it came with a girl
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| That helped me bring Xhai in this world
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| Damn, I ain’t comfortable in my own skin
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| But then again, you gotta be brave in this world so my mind won
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| I ain’t lyin', I ain’t rhymin' for the shine, mama
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| Have faith, find God, don’t find drama
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| Ah, here he go again
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| This shit is so easy to lose your way in the city of sin
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| Yeah, surrounded by hoes and pimps
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| Immune to it, a two-word is no and if
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| Jehova kid, but she gotta make a living
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| Bad decisions, good intentions
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| On a mission, nothing ever handed
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| So she already made plans to ask God for forgivness
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| Judging by the moment, but you blinded by the hidden
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| I’ve been smoking like a goddamn hippie
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| Damn, but shit at least I’m doing my best
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| I’ve been grinding since I moved to the west
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| I’ve been reading more, styles from either or
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| I am great, you can see it at my shows, you’d bee truly impressed
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| I do me the best
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| And nigga this is a lesson through the herb
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| Growing up I’m learning to be impeccable with my words
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| Stressing over nothing, but my heart keep me concerned
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| Thanking God for every blessing that I earned
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| Dizzy Wright, nigga
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| Lately my praying getting stronger
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| But honestly they ain’t never been a problem
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| I’m tryna find my connection with God
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| That’s why I’ve been hiding behind this marijuana
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| Stressing, living, such a blessing if you listen
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| They wanna judge to my connection different so I made a decision
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| Made me feel weird cause I don’t get it to the niggas and the bitches
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| And I just wanna say fuck your opinion
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| Nigga, fuck your opinion
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| And I ain’t no muthafuckin' weed rapper, nigga
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| Expand your mind
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| Fuck your opinion |