| Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein' born
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| Same time my man is murdered; |
| the beginning and end
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| As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain
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| My plateau, and also what defines my name
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| Yeah, long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
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| 'Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible
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| Now what you 'bout to hear is a tale of glory and sin
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| No I.D. |
| my mentor, now let the story begin
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| I used to print out Nas' raps and tape 'em up on my wall
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| My niggas thought they was words, but it was pictures I saw
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| And since I wanted to draw, I used to read them in awe
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| Then he dropped Stillmatic, rocked the cleanest velour
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| Fast forward, who'd a thought that I would meet him on tour
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| I'm earnin' stripes now, a nigga got Adidas galore
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| Backstage I shook his hand, let 'em know that he's the man
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| When he said he was a fan it was too hard to understand
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| No time to soak up the moment though ‘cause I was in a jam
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| Hov askin' where's the record that the radio could play
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| And I was strikin' out for months, 9th inning, feelin' fear
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| Jeter under pressure, made the biggest hit of my career
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| But at first, that wasn't clear, niggas had no idea
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| Dion called me when it dropped, sounded sad but sincere
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| Told me Nas heard your single and he hate that shit
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| Said, "You the one, yo, why you make that shit?"
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| I can't believe I let Nas down
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| Damn, my heart sunk to my stomach
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| I can't believe I let Nas down
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| I got defensive on the phone
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| Resentment was in my tone, fuck it
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| Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
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| 'Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible
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| Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin
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| No I.D. |
| my mentor, now let the story begin
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| I couldn't help but think that maybe I had made a mistake
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| I mean, you made "You Owe Me"
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| Dog, I thought that you could relate
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| But while I shot up the charts
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| You mean tellin' me that I was not up to par
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| When I followed my heart
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| Granted, my heart was tainted
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| By my mind that kept on sayin'
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| "Where's the hits?" |
| You ain't got none
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| You know Jay'll never put your album out without none
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| And, dog, you know how come
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| Labels are archaic, formulaic with they outcome
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| They don't know, they just study the charts
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| Me, I studied the shows, the fans, study they hearts
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| I had a feelin' I was killin', and this music we were spillin' out
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| Would change lives forever, fuck the label, put it out
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| Friday Night Lights blew, that was classic number two
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| Now it seemed as if the Nas comparisons was comin' true
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| Still no release date from the label, are they insane?
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| Gucc told me play the game to change the game
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| But on the way I let Nas down
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| I got no one to blame
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| I'm ashamed, I let Nas down
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| But this is God's plan, you can never understand, fuck it
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| Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
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| 'Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible
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| Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin
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| No I.D. |
| my mentor, now let the story begin
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| I always believed in the bigger picture
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| If I could get them niggas to listen outside my core
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| Then I can open the door
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| Reintroduce them to honesty, show 'em that they need more
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| The difference between the pretenders and the Kendrick Lamars
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| And so, I took the fall
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| Like the son of the Lord on the cross
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| Dyin' for that fake shit you niggas bought
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| For the past decade
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| If I should pass, please let this be my last essay
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| Therefore I write from the heart
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| Apologies to OG's for sacrificin' my art
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| But I'm here for a greater purpose
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| I knew right from the start
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| I'm just a man of the people, not above but equal
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| And for the greater good I walk amongst the evil
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| Don't cry, Mama, this the life I choose myself
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| Just pray along the way that I don't lose myself
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| This is for the nigga that said that Hip-Hop was dead
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| I went to Hell to resurrect it
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| How could you fail to respect it?
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| Letting Nas down, I got the phone call
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| Quietly I mourned, dog, I let Nas down
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| Yeah, and on this flight
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| May I never lose sight, fuck it
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| Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
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| 'Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible
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| Now what you just heard's a tale of glory and sin
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| No I.D. |
| my mentor, now let the story begin |