| They want something real, something to feel
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| Here go the deal, y’all gotta chill
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| You all on my neck, you all in my grill
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| Like this ain’t enough
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| My nigga you suck, go back to the crib
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| Back to the way that you rap when you struggle so bad
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| Had a gun to your head on the bridge
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| But what about you?
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| How you still ain’t changed?
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| Throwing dirt on my name as soon as I grow
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| You hate me the most
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| Wish that I was the same, the same as you are
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| Down in the dumps
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| Down on my luck, doubt on myself
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| Broke as a joke, testing my health
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| Running thru bottles and dwelling my sorrows with women around me who fuck me
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| to leave
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| Crushing these pills doing line after line lace the joint with the coke while
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| you sipping' codeine
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| Abusing the people you love 'cause you scared to yourself and what you might
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| eventually be
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| You just give up 'cause the failure occurring too much, let me tell you that’s
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| never been me
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| I hit the bottle with pencils and motival visuals the coke of the kid with the
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| stand
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| I dropped a song and it’s charted but it seems like sometimes you don’t care
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| I keep on going don’t worry 'bout tainted opinions, the others they ain’t there
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| I keep it real even if it gets different, I spit how I’m living and keep them
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| aware
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| Know you paid amends because
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| That’s why you gon' listening to god
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| Change is gone and now you hung up on the come up
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| You throw me shade on, I pull the sun up
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| And now the sun up
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| Never been the revision
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| Never been your decision
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| Change is gone and now you hung up, on the come up
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| You throw me shade, I pull the sun up
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| And now the sun up
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| Yeah, you want something real, til I say how I feel
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| It’s not my fault when I pour out my thoughts
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| It puts you all in the feels
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| Maybe I’m needing to chill, maybe I’m needing a pill
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| Maybe I’m needing her still, maybe I’m needing a hill
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| Maybe I’m depending on love, fuck
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| Dependency kills
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| Wondering why I am living, when I was inside of the kitchen
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| Well I sit down gripping that knife, uh
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| Wondering, thinking 'bout life, uh
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| I almost made the most selfish decision
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| Clenching my neck fuck, I wanted to slit it
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| All of the pain, all the pain I was feeling
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| I wanted to cut, but thank god that I didn’t
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| And I realised that my life is bigger than me
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| Got so many people depending on me
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| My hidden depression was sickening me
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| But I didn’t end it 'cause this isn’t me
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| Nah, this isn’t me
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| I am stronger than I think, I wear my heart on my sleeve
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| I’m not afraid of exposure, I show my emotion
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| So when I am flowing they know that it’s me
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| If they had it there right now I would plummet
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| I wouldn’t peak or ever reach the summit
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| I would feel defeated, leave here with nothing
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| I would be drunk sipping' Bourbon and clubbin'
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| I would be sick, feeling pain in my stomach
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| I would be following them like a puppet
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| I would’ve quit my dreams and never done it
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| Know you paid amends because
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| That’s why you gon' listening to god
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| Change is gone and now you hung up on the come up
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| You throw me shade on, I pull the sun up
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| And now the sun up
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| Never been the revision
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| Never been your decision
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| Change is gone and now you hung up, on the come up
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| You throw me shade, I pull the sun up
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| And now the sun up |