| Let me get this off my chest for I rest
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| I feel a lot of you niggas just want something from me
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| I apologize but excuse imma mess
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| I went from calling on homies to them turning on me
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| See I used to look up to these niggas back then
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| Now I’m on & I’m poppin & they need a hand
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| & see it’s crazy to think that I’m in competition
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| Wit tha same niggas I tried to get listen
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| & turned around & said I got it I got it
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| Then didn’t see it I went in my pocket
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| I did this myself ain’t ask for no help
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| So why you in my face because yo records been flopping
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| I be tryna stay silent but inside I’m hollin
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| Hollin at you think I don’t got no knowledge
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| Just know when you lyin know what you want
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| You just letting go around hoping that what you want
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| I still hope for the best for your
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| Cousin
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| Know ain’t fail you I’m still here
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| Still kickin shit like I should
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| You ain’t gotta ask I’m good ya kno
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| Let me get this off my chest for I rest
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| I feel a lot of you niggas just want something from me
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| I apologize but excuse imma mess
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| I went from calling on homies to them turning on me |
| See I used to look up to these niggas back then
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| Now I’m on & I’m poppin & they need a hand
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| & see it’s crazy to think that I’m in competition
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| Wit tha same niggas I tried to get listen
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| See all of my life I’ve been told No
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| My foot on tha has been a long road
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| They used to shoot me down for giving my 2 cents
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| Now they need my opinion
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| Because they want to hear it
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| Went from that nigga carrying v’s
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| To rocking that Rollie filled wit vv’s
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| Now I’m on tha scene it’s no need to question
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| To wheather it’s in me I flex under pressure
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| Step in my room see my check on my dresser
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| Killin these niggas I do it wit pleasure
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| No effort this effortless just like a veteran
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| I’m well respected wherever I step in |