| Wear my heart on my sleeve
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| You can make an assumption
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| Is it hard to believe?
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| We came from nothing
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| Wasn’t born with a silver spoon
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| Any way you put it
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| Werewolves hollar at the moon
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| Love is a silver bullet
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| Silver lining
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| A silver dollar’s still a dollar
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| It’s a silver dollar city
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| I’m AG like silver
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| Do you feel me?
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| When I was young, got on my knees on the side of my bed
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| Talking to God, I was praying 'bout everything I wanted
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| As I got older, was forgiveness for something I did
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| Then I realized that I was in over my head
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| Told my homie that «It is feelin' harder than usual»
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| My nigga said «You don’t wanna make this shit harder do you?»
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| My brother said to me «I just wish that my daughter knew you»
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| Voices in my head rationalize all the juju
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| Wear my heart on my sleeve
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| You can make an assumption
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| Is it hard to believe?
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| We came from nothing
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| Wasn’t born with a silver spoon
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| Any way you put it
|
| Werewolves hollar at the moon
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| Love is a silver bullet
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| Silver lining
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| A silver dollar’s still a dollar
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| It’s a silver dollar city
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| I’m AG like silver
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| Do you feel me?
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| I pull the energy from both sides
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| It’s heavy but I’m ready, it ain’t nothing you can tell me
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| You can see it when I’m looking into your eyes
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| I am not accepting less of what I’ve been expecting
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| This a blessing, looking back at it was so wise
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| To get away and find what I was missing is a bitch in this position
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| But a nigga improvised
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| You ain’t gotta listen, it was written like this good
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| But I am no Nas, got a few stories like a low-rise
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| Still I pray God' give me more tries
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| They forgot who the hope was
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| Get stoned, break the law like I’m Moses
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| Why oppose us? |
| It’s the truth here
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| Hit a new tear, too rare
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| Man, the mood weird
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| Nigga flew spirit into new gears
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| Super, too clear
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| Medusa head when you do stare
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| Really who care?
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| Fix face on the Woo-weirdo
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| Cream-cash rule everything around me, bro
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| It is not my only motive, but about this dough
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| Had to knock that for the hurt that had to happen, so
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| Go to leave my heart on stages at a crowded show
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| Spazzing in the booth is what it’s padded for
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| It don’t matter the cost, as long as it’s not his soul
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| Grass gonna be green no matter what side it grow
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| Woah |