| I shed dead weight
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| And look for signs and leave up signs that say «Wet Paint»
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| I’ll catch you later, I’m off to lose faith trying to get famous
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| Peep how a brother’s built
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| I hit the stage and went for days without my mother’s milk so now it’s hard to
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| sit still
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| Where almost doesn’t count I’m at the counter trying to break a big bill
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| And just about to get killed
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| I’m taking me time in the meantime
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| Anything I wanted to do and wasn’t able was 'cause the label wanted lead time
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| I’ve called some timeouts where my hands had made the «T» in time
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| But just the referee didn’t see in time
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| But don’t complain, those broken plays will have results I guess we’ll see in
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| time
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| But yo the iron can be so unkind
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| But knew deep in my soul that god would make it so, if god was so inclined
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| Them bars is from a distance
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| New right away they’d be relatable if I had only said em different
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| But let me say 'em how I want to say 'em
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| You can play 'em if you wanna play 'em
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| I’m covered in stars, the new moon burns the full moon itches
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| And scars, I let my big wounds heal without stitches
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| I kick it, as the golden ticket for niggas and bitches
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| I know that’s ambitious
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| I didn’t mean to hurt you, I’m sorry that I made you cry but I’m just a jealous
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| guy trying to keep in mind that patience is a virtue
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| But at least say some shit in person should you happen to take it personal
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| 'Cause otherwise you like them other guys who got a couple faces,
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| each and every conversation, tell a couple lies
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| Sure there a reason god made each and every one of 'em
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| I don’t judge 'em I’m just happy I ain’t one of 'em
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| But stand in front of 'em a one of one
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| Ain’t had a battle ever wasn’t won just 'cause it wasn’t one-on-one
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| Wins and losses for the law’s breakers
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| Middle finger to the odd’s makers
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| Boy Sand King Solomon
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| Truth hurts, I got a high pain tolerance
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| Before you ask me what the name mean, take a walk inside a daydream,
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| venture off to out of way streets
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| I’ll be copping sneaks
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| Browsing the A.M. |
| and the Metro and Muhammad Speaks
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| But yo, it’s peace |