| I guess you can say, I feel a certain type of way
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| Whe-when I hear my music play
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| I knew that one day, I-I-I was gonna be great
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| But they ain’t fuck with me untill I got a little fame
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| Bu-bu-but I do my thing, yeah I do my thing
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| I do my thing, yeah I do my thing, I’m doing my thing
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| Pac style I couldn’t find my mother
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| Such a picky eater I was dying of hunger
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| Such a heavy sleeper I hope to die in my slumber
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| They ask me why am I stubborn
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| Ain’t no food in the cupboard
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| I was so damn young, such big dreams
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| Only nineteen, doing big things
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| I love my bros, I’ll die for my team
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| Got the best DJ in the six fourteen
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| I done came a long way rappin' in that basement
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| Sendin' songs to the stations but they ain’t play it
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| I done learned the hard way, it ain’t easy to make it
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| But I kept my patience, then I kept on pacing
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| When Lebron James played for the Cavaliers
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| Me and my Momma lived in a Cavalier
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| Whet down the wrong path, I ain’t know where to steer
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| Made a few mistakes but then it brought me here
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| That’s why I’m standing in my same chucks
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| With my chain tucked
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| Keep a smile on my face cause I know they hate us
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| Can never be the same but they imitate us
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| And you know we gonna eat cause these streets raised us
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| Back-back-back when it was me and JV
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| Yeah-yeah I know this new shit ain’t me
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| And all them long nights in the STU made me
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| Cause people so fake I need to see ID
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| I’m from Columbus, I fuck with Lucch
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| I fuck with Munati and I fuck with Moose
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| If you fuck with me then I fuck with you
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| If I don’t fuck with you, then we gonna shoot
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| We all eat cause we started from nothin
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| My Aunt’s on the pipe and I ain’t talkin bout plumbin
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| And they wonder why I use drugs to function
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| Even cripple kids have stand for somethin
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| You did your thing homie, I ain’t bitter
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| As my heart turned cold, I was starting to shiver
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| I was tryin to sell my soul to the highest bidder
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| But all I have is my Mom and I ain’t tryin to give her
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| I worked hard and I ain’t bout to give in
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| Don’t show no love yall ain’t my friends
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| Me and High Life gonna see a few M’s
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| Then I’m ah put my Momma in an all white Benz
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| I swear to God, but sometimes
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| I don’t know who the fuck I’m swearing to
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| Imagine everywhere that you go, a hundred people stop
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| And they stare at you
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| Oh you miss me now but I don’t care for you
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| Cause when I was down bitch where were you
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| I’ll die before I ll be scared of you
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| Cause I’m all blowin up like a parachute
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| I’m ballin bitch I don’t need no court
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| Hoes ain’t want me cause I was too short
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| But now they wanna fuck me cause I’m on tour
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| But I’m married to the game shorty, I’m all yours
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| I kept on runnin', I felt like Forrest
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| I was a hard head, never did my chores
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| We miss you Amyiah, life is short
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| For my little brother, I’ll show support, oh lord
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| I guess you can say
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| I feel a certain type of way
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| Wh-when I hear my music play
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| I knew that one day
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| I-I-I was gonna be great
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| But they ain’t fuck-fuck-me, but they ain’t fuck with me-ee-ee
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| But I do my thing, yeah I do my thing, I do my thing
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| But-I-but-I do my thing, yeah I do my thing, I do my thing |