| Be a man, John, be a man
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| Used to get them Marlboros for dad
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| It made me feel grown
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| Didn’t know the problems he had
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| But he was real gone
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| When he had the bottle in hand
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| He was just dead wrong
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| Promised that I would never grow up and be him
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| But I never grew up at all
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| And now I’m womanizing and cheatin', drinkin' heavily in the P. M
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| Havin' myself a monsters ball, just like my pa
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| My girl lookin' the same way my mom did
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| Smeared makeup and tears under her eyelids
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| Generations of havin' a down ass chick
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| But we always end up fuckin' up that shit
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| Pointin' fingers at all of my male figures
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| The only thing gettin' bigger is makin' 'bout six figures
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| And everybody just shut up when I put it on my tab
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| Ain’t it sad when a Visa’s the only credit you have? |
| Huh
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| But that’s just John, and that’s how he is
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| That’s the only way people come into my defense
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| But that’s just wrong, but that’s how it is
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| And it be helpin' me get away with a lot of shit
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| Alotta shit, a lotta shit, I wish somebody really gave me a whole lot of shit
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| But they on the dick, yeah they on my dick, now my ego is getting bigger than
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| Moby Dick
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| They see the videos, they see the hero
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| They take a mess and paint a mural
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| Edit out the a-hole put in the b-roll
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| Render the clips, and you got pure gold
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| Shoutout to B tho, that’s mi amigo, kept me in check when I was actin' like a
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| devo
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| When I was Steve O, he made me Steve Jobs, I’m a CEO, now look at me ma
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| Now look at me ma, I’m on my grown shit
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| When I mean grown, I mean takin' care of my own shit
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| Now look at me pa, this is some grown shit
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| Now what you taught me, forget it, I flipped the whole script
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| Now look at me girl, I’m on my grown shit
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| What I’m sayin', I mean it my word is golden
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| Everything I’m sayin' you’re probably thinkin' no shit
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| I shoulda known this already, but I’m ready now |