| What if I told you I was lost
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| My vision bad but I could see me in the future being a boss
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| Given orders and order to holla at my supporters
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| I need somebody to give me a call, shit
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| Tell me I’m loved, tell me you proud of me
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| Cause shits changed
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| Its taking a whole lot outta me
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| My daddy don’t love me
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| Or maybe he do, but he ain’t around
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| I hope you know I ain’t just laying around, shit
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| I got off my ass and I chose to get it in
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| I turned my homies into buisness men
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| So I just gotta sin
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| Put on the city of sin with my friends
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| Now me and all of my niggas pitchin in
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| I hope you understand, this ain’t a sob story
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| I did this by myself
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| No one did the job for me
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| I took a different route
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| Wright road into discussion
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| Took a minute to bubble
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| Now we on the finishing touches
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| Now I’m all in public
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| And I love it
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| Not cause im buzzin
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| In God we trust
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| I’m asking god can you guide me love
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| So much to believe, too much to retrieve
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| I just hope I get it out before I leave
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| Hook:
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| Man I gotta be remembered (x2)
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| Yeah cause when its all said and done
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| And they take me off this Earth
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| I just hope you realize what I was worth
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| Putting in work
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| So I can be remembered
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| Its cool cause my momma’s a little more involved
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| When she gives me problems I just smoke it off
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| She said she loves my message so she’s quick to show me off
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| I know enough but I don’t know it all
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| I listen it all my big hommies
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| To get advice as a man
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| I grew up trifling but tried to advance
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| Even when I was six
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| I got a pick with a mic in my hand
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| Im proud of myself I like where I am
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| See I just want to be heard
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| Respected and comfortable
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| Even when im away say daddy still lovin you
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| Typical tho, you into your toys im into my flows
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| But baby girl it takes a minute to blow
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| So I swallow my pride
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| Spit the truth and now they follow my ride
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| I make visuals for my visions
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| And now they follow my rhymes
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| Thank god for my blessings
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| I grew up unprotected
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| Not neglected, stressed a little, seen a talent and perfect it
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| So when you let them know about me
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| Let them know I gotta be remembered
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| Yeah cause when its all said and done
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| And they take me off this earth
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| I just hope you realize what I was worth
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| Putin in words
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| So I can be remembered
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| Ain’t no shame in the way I act
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| Its a way of life
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| You way out the facts
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| You livin a lie, we live and we die
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| Who gives a fuck
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| They only judging cause we live it up
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| And barely gettin by
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| But I still keep a smile on my face
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| I learned how to set my negatives to the side
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| And just smile thru the day
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| Some times it gets overwhelming
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| Coming down off my high
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| Getting depressed with all this shit I dealt with
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| I feel selfish but let me make that shit a little clearer
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| I ain’t rude I just need to work on the man in the mirror
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| Starting from where I lack
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| Look back to were I was at
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| So I can see the growth
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| You can even hear it in my raps
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| Potential great
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| May half of these niggas disintegrate
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| You limit yourself you’ve been a fake
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| Me, i’ve been around
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| You know me from my beginner stage
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| And now im in this bitch to leave you in a maze
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| Dizzy Wright
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| So tell em mother fuckers I gotta be remembered
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| Dizzy Wright
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| Cause when its all said and done
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| And they take me off this earth
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| I just hope you realize what I was worth
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| Putin in words
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| So I can be remembered
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| End:
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| Hey, hey
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| Man I gotta be remembered
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| Don’t speak upon me unless you got somethin positive to say nigga
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| If anything negative about me
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| You heard it, you seen it, fuck it dont even believe it
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| Im fighting off my demons tryna make it to the top motha fucka
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| Fuck what your doin and fuck what you got
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| Im on my own shit
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| -Séån |