| Most times I don’t really give myself credit
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| I built a lot for myself in this wild game
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| And when they said that I was never gonna make it, didn’t ever get discouraged
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| I just pushed it and I’m still playing
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| Like I don’t go home yet, ain’t no point when I’m there, I don’t get no rest
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| And I’ve been ready to die, like I don’t care what’s next
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| Motherfucker, you could take the stress
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| Fuck that
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| And everyone talking all kinds of mess until I bust back
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| I 'bout to be next on rotation, they talkin' puff pass
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| They been gettin' high on the shit that I spit so much that they calling it
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| drug rap, yeah
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| Elevated and I can’t come down
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| When I was younger, they would joke and say I can’t come 'round
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| Now when I step onto the stage, they pull their cameras out, like motherfucker,
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| who’s laughing now huh?
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| Giving it all I got and I’m feeling lately, I gotta be
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| On top of my fuckin' game to prove anybody who doubted me is wrong but they
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| been judging, acting like I’m not allowed to be myself and all who don’t
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| support that individuality
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| I’m balancing, the love and the limit of what I’m bound to be
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| I’m 'bout to be on top of the bottom so calling out to me
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| The boundaries I’m pushing more trying to be happy now I see
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| I focus on the ones who hate more than the ones who proud of me
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| Now they telling me I’m fucked up
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| Okay, tell me something that I don’t know
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| Ten months spent therapy searching, a couple thousand dollars later and I still
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| am feeling so low
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| So fuck that, I’ve been dancing on the edge, kid
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| Tell my girl that I’m back off the meds, yeah
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| And godspeed to anybody who want it with me when I turn to write to get my head
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| clear
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| This shit will kill you if you let it
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| But what’s one more minute, huh?
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| They gon' sit and watch you while you come undone
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| I’ve got no one left around to hold me up
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| So fuck what they said, you hating me now, just wait 'till I’m finished
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| Breakin' down, I’ll never make it out so what’s one more minute, huh?
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| And they gon' try their best to break in your soul
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| Fake the friendships take what they can get and they go
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| You’re on your own
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| If you’re thinking that the music is hard, just try putting on a smile while
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| you’re falling apart, yeah
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| And everybody that you know is acting two-faced
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| Showing love but they waiting for you to break down
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| Telling me that you hope I been doing great and it’s funny cuz back in the day
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| all y’all would hate, wow
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| It’s when you’re getting too close and your shit is too real, they gon' always
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| come around knockin'
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| I don’t need y’all to weigh on my soul
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| I ain’t answering the door or the phone, y’all can keep callin'
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| I’m feeling it grow and know it’s dangerous
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| I watch the follows and numbers and love multiply
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| And that’s a trade off for everything that I give cuz it’s really some days
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| when I start to miss my older life
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| Yeah, it’s real facts, and the career doing well, I just feel bad
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| Mental health going down the drain and I’m afraid I’m giving time that I know
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| I’ll never get back
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| And the money don’t fix it, great, but you can’t afford to know your limits
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| And every sign telling me I should stop, but, hey, I made it this far
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| What’s one more minute?
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| They gon' sit and watch you while you come undone
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| I’ve got no one left around to hold me up
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| So fuck what they said, you hating me now, just wait 'till I’m finished
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| Breakin' down, I’ll never make it out so what’s one more minute, huh? |