| I put my heart and soul in this game, I’m feelin’drained
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| Unappreciated, unalleviated
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| Tired of comin’up short, fuck abbreviated
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| Want my whole name spelled out, my own pain spilled out
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| No pain, no gain, I blow brains, Cobain
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| Throw flames, Liu Kang, the coach ain’t help out, so I call my own shots
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| I’m David Blaine, I’m breakin’out of my own box, you stay the same
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| But homie if you change, man you change for the better
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| Back when Martin King had a thing for Coretta
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| Wonder if she seen all the dreams he was dreamin'
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| Did she have a clue of all the schemes he was schemin'
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| Still loved her just enough to put up with the cheatin'
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| Must go by and only see him for a weekend
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| I say a prayer, hope my girl ain’t leavin'
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| We all got angels, we all got demons
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| As you fall through the club
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| Bad bitches down to do all the above
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| Money comes fast so bein’hungry don’t last
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| Till you look in the mirror and you saw who you was
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| Cole World, it couldn’t be more clearer
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| The time is now, it couldn’t be more herer
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| My reign gonna last like 3−4 eras
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| Say hello to the real, I can be your hero
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| Hey, I’ma put us all on the map
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| Gone and I ain’t lookin’back
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| I knew they gon’feel it like they tank on E I promise baby, you can bet the bank on me Cause ain’t nobody tell me why there ain’t gonna be no more
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| Thinking I’ma fall? |
| Don’t be so sure
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| I wish somebody made guidelines
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| On how to get up off the sidelines
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| Up in first class, laugh even though it’s not funny
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| See a white man wonder how the fuck I got money
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| While he sit at coach, hate to see me walk past em Young black pants sag, headphones blastin'
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| Know what he askin', «How did he manage?»
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| «With all the cards against him, he used them to his advantage!»
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| Slang we be speakin’probably soundin’like Spanish
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| Then I fuck they heads up when a nigga show manners
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| Some New York niggas thought it was funny callin’us Bama
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| Laughin’at the grammar cause they didn’t understand us Must’ve thought we slow, but little do they know
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| I came up in here to take advantage of that shit y’all take for granted
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| Opportunity that I would kill for
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| Lookin’at rappers like «what the fuck you got a deal for?!»
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| When I was assed out with my funds low
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| It’s nice to know I had the whole world at my front door
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| Hey, I’ma put us all on the map
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| Gone and I ain’t lookin’back
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| I knew they gon’feel it like they tank on E I promise baby, you can bet the bank on me Cause ain’t nobody tell me why there ain’t gonna be no more
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| Thinking I’ma fall? |
| Don’t be so sure
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| I wish somebody made guidelines
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| On how to get up off the sidelines
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| I made it to the Roc, even though they tried to box me out
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| I got the key to the game, they tried to lock me out
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| But what they don’t understand is this is all plan
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| It’s a bigger picture and you can’t photoshop me out
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| Some nigga ask me why Jay never shout me out
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| Like I’m supposed to give a fuck
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| Don’t you know that I be out in France
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| Where the fans throw they hands like Pacquiao
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| Not cause my looks, cause my hooks could knock Rocky out
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| And my lines is designed from the heart
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| Young Simba been a lion from the start
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| Dumb niggas, y’all been lyin’from the start
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| My life’s like a move, truly
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| And these niggas is dyin’for the part
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| But, you’ll never play me like LeBron vs. Jordan
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| Twenty years, wonder who they gon’say was more importan'
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| Both changed the game, came through and made a lane
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| Who’s to say that who’s greater, all we know, they ain’t the same
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| Hey, I’ma put us all on the map
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| Gone and I ain’t lookin’back
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| I knew they gon’feel it like they tank on E I promise baby, you can bet the bank on me Cause ain’t nobody tell me why there ain’t gonna be no more
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| Thinking I’ma fall? |
| Don’t be so sure
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| I wish somebody made guidelines
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| On how to get up off the sidelines |