| 'Cause ain’t nobody perfect unless God says
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| Man made creatures full of nonsense
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| Heavy weighted, ain’t a day that I don’t feel stressed
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| Yeah I’m happy, but unfortunately will not forget
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| All hope lost, all whispers all crossed
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| If you live by a stigma 32 like
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| Then you die by that stigma, apply what we taught
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| Land of exhausted fuckers and blank thought
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| Cruising as a young boy, papa playing Black Star
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| Knew then nothing, yeah, it got clearer because
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| Got older, in the mirror would imagine these thangs
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| On a stage, in a suit, maybe teller at a bank
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| Minimize distractions, back pressing the masses
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| Something beyond massive, multiply technique
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| Y’all moving backwards, head down, no laughter
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| Real last forever, I repeat
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| More so happy I’m breathing, say most don’t make it out
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| Use your voice as authority, ain’t no other than now
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| Negative stigmas, keep those negative stigmas
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| Keep those negative stigmas veering lane to lane to lane
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| Cause ain’t too much honesty in the ondustry
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| Ain’t too much confidence in the industry
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| Not enough scholarships where I’m from
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| Every authentic figure got to floss for the love
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| And party cuts cool but I like going over heads
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| Now days we don’t listen, we just nod instead
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| Feel the vibe, let it lock in like a goddesses twist
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| Feel the rush, shout out Dustin, 212 I sit
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| Bucks game for the days I was called a trip
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| For wanting mine, friends and teachers like, «Well, what do you have?»
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| Young stigma, lil' college then decided just rap
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| Work easy, three-fives, nigga sleep on exam
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| Milwaukee owns, fuck it, pull up with a key to the grand
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| Avenue, I’ll purchase now, then back to lab
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| Niggas all chained up with no property, it got to be
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| A signs from the heaven above, «Ish, you got it, B»
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| Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah
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| Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah |