| I’m a kid still, can’t handle being an adult
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| Been on Ritalin since birth, I guess I needed the control
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| Plus I’m very insecure, even put it in my rapping
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| If life was a bad movie, I’d be best supporting actor
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| What’s being a cool kid like? |
| I don’t know
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| Always felt like I was the stupid type, now you know
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| Break promises I’m lazy, unreliable
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| Yeah my work ethic sucks, thank God they already paid me
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| I’m fake, an imitation of what I should be
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| I’m bad, even if it’s in the good me
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| I’m jealous of my peers, always dwelling on my fears
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| My career’s like a rear view mirror that I steer
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| So I cry with these ill street blues, I was born in a rich town
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| But poor with the judgement I choose
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| Still trying to blow up trying and make it in news
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| You think it’s easy, you couldn’t walk a mile in these shoes
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| And I’ve tried and tried enough
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| But nobody shows me love like I do
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| I’m calling em out
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| Now my soul is feeling numb
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| Cause it’s always been so rough in my shoes
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| So walk in em, now
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| Walking on my own two, it’s almost like I drew
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| Crooked lines
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| I wish that I was brand new, just so I can prove
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| Spotlight
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| Attention deficit I wish it came and it went, wait
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| I forgot what was I doing again?
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| And the teachers kicked him out, he couldn’t play with his friends
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| Principal called his parents, made them break him again
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| Memories of all the trouble that I feel in my mind
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| Enstilled in my rhymes, I’m killing I’m the villian this time
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| Back when I got the deal, the kid that jimmy would sign
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| No reconstruction, but best believe the building is mine
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| I’m like voltron, I hold on for so long
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| But I won’t transform into the someone that they want me to be
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| My destiny is what I choose
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| So go ahead and try to walk a mile in my shoes
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| And I’ve tried and tried enough
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| But nobody shows me love like I do
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| I’m calling em out
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| Now my soul is feeling numb
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| Cause it’s always been so rough in my shoes
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| So walk in em, now
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| The same tales they get told my friend
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| About the beaten shoes I’m walking in
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| And nothing goes my way, the sky is always grey
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| But I’m changing the story
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| And I’ve tried and tried enough
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| But nobody shows me love like I do
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| I’m calling em out
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| Now my soul is feeling numb
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| Cause it’s always been so rough in my shoes
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| So walk in em, now |