| I used to believe if I played by your rules
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| I’d win, I’d win, I’d win
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| All these thorns in me proves our gods are feared
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| By men and I ain’t gonna save you now
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| I’m from a small town, small minds, trouble fittin' in
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| When I skated through my city, it was different then
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| And I ran with gangstas that was on parole
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| Or students on that honor roll
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| Left catholic school in seventh grade
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| I can’t believe in god no more (Amen)
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| 'Cause they told me Emilio, follow your dreams
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| And you could be gettin' whatever you want
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| And you could be anything that you believe
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| I got on my knees and prayed to beat it, it was futile
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| We never had males around us growin' up
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| I learned to tie a tie on Youtube
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| Tryna find out how to sue them, only smoke until they stupid
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| Doin' harder drugs, if it was put it front of them, they’d use it
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| There was aliens in my family but me, I’m only human
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| I’m what happens after Jesus learned his only friend was Judas
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| Everybody who’s around me, they really wanna con me
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| They really wanna drown me
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| Wanna get slick with a little bit of bread
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| But they gonna get it right when I hit 'em with accountin'
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| Everyone that I trust dead or they locked up in that county
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| So it’s time to take these fuckin' thorns and crown me, amen
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| I used to believe if I played by your rules
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| I’d win, I’d win, I’d win
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| All these thorns in me proves our gods are feared
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| By men and I ain’t gonna save you now
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| I ain’t gonna save you now, I ain’t gonna save you now
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| I ain’t gonna save you now, no, no no, no, no, no, no, no
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| I ain’t gonna save you now, I ain’t gonna save you now
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| I ain’t gonna save you now, no, no no, no, no, no, no, no
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| Say a prayer for me, dear god, say a prayer for me
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| If hell is freezin' over, tell the angels send some flares for me
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| Gave these dudes careers, it’s like I ran a fuckin' charity
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| Why they mentionin' my name with all these lames that don’t compare to me?
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| I shoulda been blown by now, I should been known by now
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| But I guess that it coulda been worse, I coulda been gone by now
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| Everything coulda been over now
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| Whey coulda been rippin' the posters down
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| But I hold my ground, crushin' the world in my hands
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| I am shruggin' it off of my shoulders now
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| We wasn’t supposed to make it
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| We wasn’t supposed to break in
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| We wasn’t supposed to get all this dough
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| We wasn’t supposed to rake in
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| I’m sittin' in first class with a leather duffle
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| I’m thinkin' fuck 'em, they never got dirt on they hands now
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| 'Cause they never hustle, I came from nothin' man
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| I came from nothin', they wanted to crucify me
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| But I broke the nails they tried to hang me up with
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| You better believe I’m makin' 'em pay for all the pain and sufferin'
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| We not the ones that they should fuck with, amen |