| Hard times build character, or so i’m told.
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| they teach you lessons
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| worth your weight in gold,
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| and i’ve been shown things happen for a reason.
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| i know your kind.
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| you want one thing, the gusto.
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| keep it in mind.
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| what’s up chief?
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| you is a shifty thief with shady eyes.
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| play the role like a tough guy.
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| you need a grammy.
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| it’s whack.
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| smile to my face.
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| talk behind my back.
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| in fact, when i’m around you be riding my sac. |
| your shit is played out.
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| try and use me to get your name out.
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| so you can stay out (cash in the fame no doubt).
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| i ain’t stupid.
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| i know what you is about son.
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| gettin' that clout done
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| so you can attract a bigger crowd dunn.
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| yeah … you is a foul, one always preaching «keepin' it real», when you
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| is a fake bitch handing out raw deals.
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| your shit is too sloppy to have appeal.
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| your style is too cliche for masses to feel.
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| you is a shady jealous bitch.
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| try and play me to get rich,
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| fit in my niche, taking part of my chips.
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| yo that’s my shit.
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| stop trying to steal my show.
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| e-town.
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| this goes out to my peeps up in the crowd.
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| this goes out to my niggas gettin' wild.
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| this goes out to the kids that is representin'. |
| this goes out to tough guys
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| teaching lessons.
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| this goes out to those that are true.
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| this goes out to you. |