| Don’t let no one dim your light!
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| Don’t let no one dim your light!
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| Yo! |
| I ain’t finna let nobody dim my light
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| I ain’t finna mess around with these hoes, 'cause they ain’t friends, they foes
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| Ain’t got no heart or soul, try to come for me and I zone out
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| I make 'em uncomfi one
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| I keep my head up
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| Commissary bread up
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| I got connection in kitchen, I stay fed up
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| Enough is enough, I’m close to the edge, I’m 'bout to jump
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| They took away my freedom, 'cause I’m not a punk!
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| But it is what it is, the only one sufferin' is my kids
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| So I filed enough peered, when I close me eyelids
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| I think about what I did, when I did, what I did
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| Ain’t no tellin' when I might see my kids
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| I keep tellin' myself; |
| «Shout like it is!»
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| But it ain’t tho
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| Play 'cause I used to go
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| Now I can’t go! |
| Whippin' it in the Bentley, countin' bankrolls!
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| Them memories gone
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| I’m so defienetly the one I wish they wanna send home, I’m Jezzie!
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| Take errthing out yo hand and put them in the air
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| And highfive your neighbor and say I’m stil here
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| 'Cause this is yo life
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| So don’t let no one dim your light!
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| Take errthing out yo hand and put them in the air
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| And highfive your neighbor and say I’m stil here
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| 'Cause this is yo life
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| So don’t let no one dim your light!
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| Don’t let no one dim your light
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| Don’t let no one dim your light
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| 48 laws of power, don’t ever try to outshine a master
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| It won’t make yo time move faster
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| We honor the system, established to build a friction
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| And design the work against 'em, but i still climb
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| Even tho the fence is barb wired
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| Nails in my hands, left hangin' out to dry
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| I cry, and laugh like it’s no tomorrow and give God back what I borrow
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| We all up in here
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| Competition where?
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| We might as well uplift one another and stop livin' in distance Whether you
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| like it or not we all sistas
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| Prayin' with the same repintence and need forgiveness
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| My sentence is just a fragment
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| I’m incomplete if I ain’t got a pen and a pad, man its history!
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| Pull a yet her story
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| At least I’m still alive and I’m givin god the glory, thank you!
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| Take errthing out yo hand and put them in the air
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| And highfive your neighbor and say I’m stil here
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| 'Cause this is yo life
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| So don’t let no one dim your light!
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| Take errthing out yo hand and put them in the air
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| And highfive your neighbor and say I’m stil here
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| 'Cause this is yo life
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| So don’t let no one dim your light!
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| Don’t let no one dim your light
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| Don’t let no one dim your light |