| I independently started this shit
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| Marketing hits, starving for chips
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| No gasoline to start off the whip
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| Felt like the only nigga labels wasn’t bargaining with
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| My heart has been ripped, I stuck with it as hard as it gets
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| These producers would always blow me off
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| Now that I’m blowing up, they don’t recall
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| Talking about «Yo, you my homie, dawg»
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| Oh, now you wanna hop on the Hop train
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| Knowing damn well since '04 I had hot flames
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| My real buddies was mainly the worst
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| Hatin' to shoot my videos without me paying them first
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| So I slide 'em 100 bucks to watch 'em bitch on how it ain’t enough
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| That money got my cell, internet and cable cut!
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| A real homie would’ve gave a fuck
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| And not expect to pay upfront
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| Then get the money later when I’m making some
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| Nobody saw the bigger picture except me
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| They neglect me
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| Only thing that protects me is FV
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| You don’t always have to stick by my side
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| Just make sure you remember me when I die
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| I am raw, I am raw
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| Just to let you niggas know
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| Bitch I am raw, I am raw
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| Don’t forget me when I’m gone
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| Bitch I am raw
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| I was a high school grad preparing to go to college
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| An enthusiastic freshman, major in Economics
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| I didn’t have a clue what to expect to be honest
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| Banging beats in my dorm, streaming Pornhub constant
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| I figured I could make it out in 4 years tops
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| Study religiously and graduate, apply for a job
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| The rap thing was secondary, I was putting it off
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| Calling it quits, assuming «I have better chances playing ball»
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| My third year came and suddenly that changed
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| I couldn’t bear watching my mom at home suffering pain
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| Tryna fight off the strain of only having half a stomach
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| Plus a handicap back from a surgery that helped nothing!
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| So I returned to the valley and called the homie
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| Hop was on Ruthless getting shelved like a trophie
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| I told him how I left my life in the OC
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| And we concluded we could both use FV
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| This was written for niggas who wouldn’t give me dap
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| Niggas who told me that I had sissy rap
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| This was written for all the bitches I used to called who never hit me back
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| Until they heard the word I was buzzin', c’mon don’t give me that
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| You backed out, now you tryna roll with my clique?
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| Where the fuck were you when my signing bonus was spent?
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| Where the fuck were you when I got the notice for rent
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| Saying I was getting evicted and I was hopeless as shit?
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| See I keep some names handy and you got thrown on the list
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| That’s how you know that I’m pissed
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| I got you, don’t even trip
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| Cause I’m rude over the nicest beats
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| You had to go ignite the heat
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| You might agree to beef, but yo I’m not the type you’d like to meet
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| Life’s indeed a journey that I have yet to finish
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| Hopefully my career’s something that will be epidemic
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| You’ll always know it’s Hopsin the way I wreck a sentence
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| Realness, I represent it
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| Raw, I’m the definition |