| I saw my Work- I saw my shame--
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| I saw what worked- I saw what paid-
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| I took my L’s- they took my name
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| I did my best to relieve my pain
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| So I woke the fuck up, shut the stupid shit out
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| And starting talking in some code words
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| And I been on it for a minute, but I’m feeling like I’m living
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| And this time it’s on my own terms
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| The city streets, you know them well
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| You’ve falling down, you’ve taken spills
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| You’ve gotten up, you’ve taken back
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| Done pretty well and you ain’t need no makeup bag
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| — so what’s the deal, with all the noise
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| Who’s really getting money who’s the real LeSean McCoy
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| So run it back, you got some blockers and some options
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| If you see a different read than by all means don’t let me stop you
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| So that 808 pumpin', that 808 bumpin'
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| I’m sippin' something hard and it burns just like I wanted
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| — good crowd and the boppers keep stuntin'
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| And even though I’m broke I still keep it one hundred
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| (Jhameel)
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| I took my own words and made it into something
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| Some of them ain’t right so the words start running
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| And I, I made mistakes, but the pain it causes nothing
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| Pain is just the fire for ambition
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| So all that’s stopping me is (sigh) Shut the stupid shit
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| I don’t really need to hear mouths running spit
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| Code words set me free
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| I just need to roar like a motherfucking beast
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| So we put the work in just to get the work out
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| And boppers work out if they tryna drop trough
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| No joking, serious talk. |
| Sorry for confessions
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| But them seven dollar beers were merely not enough concessions
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| I am Mister-Mister Brightside, keep the hope alive
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| We can do whatever we want; |
| that’s do or die
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| Our time, our story, fixate
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| On whatever we can do to stop the motherfuckin' hate
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| (Jhameel)
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| I took my own words and made it into something
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| Some of them ain’t right so the words start running
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| And I, I made mistakes, but the pain it causes nothing
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| Pain is just the fire for ambition
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| So all that’s stopping me is (sigh) Shut the stupid shit
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| I don’t really need to hear mouths running spit
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| Code words set me free
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| I just need to roar like a motherfucking beast
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| We trying to right the ship, I’mma write the soundtrack
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| Fixin' broken bobbleheads till they get the bounce back
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| No question, how we gonna get it
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| Cuz' the labor is intensive and baby we 'bout delivered
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| And the building’s in the building
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| We tryna make a billion
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| Hug the world, fix the planet, learn a language, make some children
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| Make 'em smart, make 'em loving, and resilient
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| And if they got my genes then they prolly, prolly brilliant
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| So we keep the wagons circled, the children on a curfew
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| I don’t think so, let 'em breath
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| After nature we can nuture
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| My cup’s tipped 'cuz the pain is universal
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| Waitin' on the doctor 'cuz the patience is a virtue
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| (Jhameel)
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| I took my own words and made it into something
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| Some of them ain’t right so the words start running
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| And I, I made mistakes, but the pain it causes nothing
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| Pain is just the fire for ambition
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| So all that’s stopping me is (sigh) Shut the stupid shit
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| I don’t really need to hear mouths running spit
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| Code words set me free
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| I just need to roar like a motherfucking beast |