| We always seem to go the path we know
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| And no one notices
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| And the other path below is lined with gold
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| That’ll be where my focus is
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| Record over still spinning listen to the pops
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| Everybody say they winning, gunning for the tops
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| While I’m not
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| Steady chilling, watch me get the props
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| Dues paid, news made, knowing I don’t got a lot
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| But, hey, I’m good with it
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| Drive around the hood with it
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| Stood with my kin
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| Colors of skin like Joseph’s jacket
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| Exposed to racket
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| Know the bracket that I’m in
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| Blend the rich and poor, the middle
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| I’m just trying to hack it
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| Earth spinning, 20 years of my rhymes
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| Bomb hard when you know it’s your time
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| That’s just how to shine
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| All about mine, you all about yours
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| I’m curious George
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| My flame to the forge
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| On 24/7 like a lottery sign
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| I’m on my mind expanding grind
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| Learning all of the time
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| Ignoring all of the bullshit, all of us fine
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| Restoring all the hood shit, really not on my mind
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| Hood rich when you can leave any time
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| I’m looking at my timeline thinking this was supposed to be about fun
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| Now it’s all about the guns and money
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| I’m looking at the news thinking that the blues go against the colors like they
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| gangs and that shit ain’t funny
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| The first 48
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| My first 16 a harbinger for sure
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| For the dollars and fame we endure
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| The allure of the life
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| The mic device I hold stole control, right
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| Still, no sign of that brand new rolls
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| My brother doesn’t have a license or a car
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| My wife doesn’t ride a bike, man, that just too far
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| My son my world spinning and I’m looking at the stars
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| Maybe cause I’ve been drinking like I passed the Bar
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| I need a jar of that good shit
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| A can of that heat
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| A man on his feet
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| Stand and defeat
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| Hand in the street
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| Foot in the office
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| All of this good
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| I’m small, just stood
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| That’s all you can do
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| You be a man, not defined by the hood
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| My heroes were cartoons and business owners
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| The sense of good and evil, it controls us
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| Role models were my parents for better or worse
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| Shit is deeper than what I put into this verse
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| We always seem to go the path we know
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| And no one notices
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| And the other path below is lined with gold
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| That’ll be where my focus is
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| When the going, is rough
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| You better, be tough
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| Come on, get up
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| It’s never, enough
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| And it’s all, for what?
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| Just ball, just ball
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| Get all, the stuff
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| It’s never, enough |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jobless , by - Heiruspecs. Song from the album Theskyisfalling, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп