| Soon after I dropped Raw the spotlight creeped up
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| I received love from fans throughout the world, yeah, seems nuts
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| Is it God, could it be luck?
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| I put my toes it the sand and ended up with my feet stuck
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| When the storm comes, then how should we address it?
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| My situation with Ruthless turned out to be a blessing
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| During the time it left every ounce of me affected
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| But when it was done I saw that I was bound to be a legend
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| But I’m lost
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| The fame drivin' me crazy, cry when I’m angry, the game’s trying to change me
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| Sinister record labels got desires to paint me
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| As the world puts they fucking hands high to embrace me
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| How would you take it in?
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| I honestly can’t pretend
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| The only reason I started rapping was to make a friend
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| And now I got fans who love me for creating sins
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| You think fame ain’t got a dark side? |
| Think again, yo
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| Fame can make you insane (It's so strange)
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| Everyday I feel I’m caught in the rain
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| Only very few have walked in my shoes
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| I sit alone in my room feelin' so damn confused
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| 'Cause I don’t know who the hell I am
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| Yeah, scared I might never get a wife
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| Closer I move into the limelight shit is like
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| Girls just want to be next to me cause I rip the mic
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| Sayin' they love me, but the vibe I get isn’t right
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| What if I flop when my album dropped
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| And went broke? |
| Baby, tell me, would your love just stop?
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| See I’m in love with you, but you in love with Hop
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| The struggle’s real, but through your eyes it’s fun to watch
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| I swear to god I used to fiend for it
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| I see the fire but I keep going
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| I smell the sins from the breeze blowin'
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| My crew is telling me to beast mode it
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| I feel like I’m going to hell, I keep it up even my priest knows it
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| So many women and the money is great
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| But this life just isn’t me and I don’t want to be fake
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| I didn’t think that it would come to this day
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| It’s time I put my alter ego to the side and leave him stuck in his grave
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| Fame can make you insane (It's so strange)
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| Everyday I feel I’m caught in the rain
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| Only very few have walked in my shoes
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| I sit alone in my room feelin' so damn confused
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| 'Cause I don’t know who the hell I am
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| Shit, not anymore, my soul’s rotten and sore
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| I hear a knock at the door, for real
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| I got a lot to endure, there ain’t no stopping the storm
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| Homie, the top isn’t warm, so chill
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| I think I need my light bulb fixed
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| As of lately I ain’t be getting hyped on shit
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| Life’s a journey, you gotta find your niche
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| I’m leaving this tight space because I don’t fit
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| Now I’m moving away, my whole life I’ma start from scratch
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| As an artist I’m trapped, fuck Hop, Marcus is back
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| For a while it’s gon' be hard to adapt
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| But I’m willing to go through it, I ain’t starving to rap
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| I’m soul searching, it’s like I’m living with no purpose
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| I tried find a spark to spit but there’s no urges
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| Inside of me for me to pursue it, some people think that I’m stupid
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| But don’t judge if you ain’t went through it
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| I’m out
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| Fame can make you insane (It's so strange)
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| Everyday I feel I’m caught in the rain
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| Only very few have walked in my shoes
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| I sit alone in my room feelin' so damn confused
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| 'Cause I don’t know who the hell I am
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| Fame can make you insane (It's so strange)
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| Everyday I feel I’m caught in the rain
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| Only very few have walked in my shoes
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| I sit alone in my room feelin' so damn confused
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| 'Cause I don’t know who the hell I am
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| Fame can make you insane (It's so strange)
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| Everyday I feel I’m caught in the rain
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| Only very few have walked in my shoes
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| I sit alone in my room feelin' so damn confused
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| 'Cause I don’t know who the hell I am |