| Driving down my old street
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| Reminiscing 'bout watching concerts from nosebleeds
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| What’s charity? |
| I’m keeping all my proceeds
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| Yesterday my mama asked, what happened to the old me?
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| So loving, so caring and so generous
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| Eager to learn, so I can wipe away the ignorance
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| I’m only worried 'bout my current situation
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| If you made it through what I have
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| You too would be inconsiderate
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| I only rap about myself, cause I don’t have friends
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| I’m still tryna get over the things my dad did
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| Two racks for a show and I left it at the crib
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| I’m still tripping, someone tell me where my cash went
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| I ain’t mad about the money, man, that come and go
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| I’m just upset my whole family’s untrustworthy
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| Been buying my own clothes, since like fifth grade
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| My grandmama said, don’t you have enough jerseys?
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| She passed away and I ain’t been the same since
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| Not to mention on the fourth of July
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| Me and my girl’s anniversary
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| So on the day I’m supposed to be happy
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| I wear a smile, but I’m hurting inside
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| And it’s like, you gotta grind every second of every day
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| If you really wanna make it into rotation at the station
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| So when death and tragedy hits you, you push it away
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| Ain’t no time for a fucking vacation
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| I’m like, what if it doesn’t work, what if I never make it
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| I’m running out of words, what the fuck am I saying
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| I should be celebrating all of my latest success
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| Maybe I should’ve took that deal, could be my greatest regret
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| And I’m stressed, overwhelmed of what I put on my own plate
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| Haters love and that’s all I get from my home state
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| Tell my girl I’m working, so I’ll probably be home late
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| Sometimes I’m really working, sometimes I’m just home late
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| Change |