| As I sit an position myself
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| am I cocky coz I only play my shit and listen to myself
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| or am I striving for perfection? |
| answer that
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| ah fuck it I cocky and I about to perfect rap NIGGA!
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| and I roam these streets
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| thats why my songs is deeper than death itself
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| I went from no food in the fridge to a platter on my shelf and I watch it and y’all ain’t gotta give me that but keep ya hand out my pocket HATERS!
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| coz you makin me nervous it ain’t worth it we don’t want no accident when I flip on purpose
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| coz we don seen so many tradgeties done
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| September 11th, 2001 REMEMBER
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| like how could I forget I lost my man pop in that shit
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| help me get a grip
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| I think I’m losing it doo
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| because between life an death I be confusing the two
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| And sometimes I don’t give a fuck if I live or die
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| but I think if I don’t give a fuck about myself who else will I’m stressin
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| guess I was raised the wrong way
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| thats why I walk around with the long eighth
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| and dun shed so many tears I have none left
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| sometimes I sat and prayed for death
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| I feel like its 11:45 a quarter to 12
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| 15 minutes to my days is over thats why its hard to stay soba
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| so I drink in the rain and smoke in the sun
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| and create my own clouds not have’n to think of the pain
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| sometimes I think I’m going insane
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| I get mad and shout God’s name in vain
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| fogive me for my sins he got me laughin again
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| he got me back rappin again now help me choose my friends
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| my gats the closest one to me but if my gun could take the stand and tell
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| ill be doin life in jail
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| like judge he made me do it
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| it ain’t the gun its the nigga behind it that shoot it, thats ruthless
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| you see alot of niggaz don’t want drag to shine
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| instead they wanna see drag locked up like my nigga Shyne
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| so you know what they try to do, leave a nigga behind
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| You know what it is, they envy me motherfuckin niggaz held me back for 3 fuckin years
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| and motherfuckin niggaz left me for dead
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| hopin that the world would forget but you know what?
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| they didnt forget, they bought me back
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| and now I’m in the greatest shape of my life
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| so now I’m on some shit like fuck yall
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| all I give a fuck about is my niggaz and my niggaz only
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| I’m on some shit like.
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| yall can suck these off
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| coz I don’t need y’all to succeed y’all NIGGA
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| I know you like my word play early
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| like nelly got country grammar like er day
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| I can go cold and still sell out shows
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| and make enough dough to get your feet choppin not about your toes?
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| for commin at me half steppin
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| talkin like gangsta shit and ain’t have no weapon NIGGA
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| ah I got the best flow I be the best in the bronx
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| coz I don’t walk through the swamps
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| strivin through the alleys of death
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| recognize my destiny in life
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| even if it takes my last breath NIGGA
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| I walk in places where it couldve been my last step
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| but god got me out of it
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| I love him and I’m proud of it now can you feel my pain
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| see what I see walk in my shoes an still gon’keep sane NIGGA! |