| Just when I thought I can’t dig any deeper
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| Said my last shit was trash and they dig when it’s deeper
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| They ain’t see what I see, I guess my vision was weaker
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| Or they buy me to hear me, so we can skip all the features, I’m like
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| Woke me up with the pinch
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| So it’s in English now, since they ain’t wanna hear French
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| Ain’t wanna hear Wiz, ain’t want me with Kirko
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| They ain’t wanna hear me happy, now they lookin' for hurt, yo
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| They’ll hate it before they hear it if they think it’s commercial
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| And so they’re patiently waitin' for my fortune’s reversal
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| Check it… it’s like ever since Bundles passed
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| Took the high road and watched everybody underpass
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| Truth be told, God been lookin' out so much
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| That I feel guilty when I ask him for more
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| Then I do it like the shit ain’t ever happen before
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| This is all the while layin' on my bathroom floor
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| Hold up, I’m just askin' him, give me strength to grow up
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| By now I’m sick and tired of layin' in my own throw up
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| It’s a given, then self pity hits me
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| And I start to feel like I don’t deserve to be forgiven
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| Like when you can’t think, talkin' when you don’t drink
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| But sneakin' 'round your own kitchen cause you gotta get a swig in
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| I got issues, weed and vodka will settle some
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| Well ain’t that the pot callin' the Kettle One?
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| I know niggas so broke that they embezzle funds
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| Too busy waitin' for a chance that ain’t never come
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| But this is bigger than havin' a debt
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| I mean I can’t stop my brain from imaginin' death
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| Then out the clear blue sky I cry random tears
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| Used to it, me and depression been a tandem for years
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| I suffer from self doubt, put a cramp in my fears
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| If there’s a God, this would be the perfect span to appear
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| I’m not a street nigga, never claimed that sport
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| And some of that train of thought’s insane, had to abort
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| So people say I changed, I believe I should
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| Even so the goal’s always been to leave the hood
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| None of this should be a shock to y’all
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| Logic says if you’re still there, that’s a knock to y’all
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| Since you want a nigga furthest from his dreams
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| Love’s gone, DOA once we left the murder scene
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| Joe
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| When the love goes, the trust goes
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| It’s like you hit my heart with a snub nose
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| I don’t give a fuck though
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| Where did the love go?
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| Guess it’s all love lost
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| Been a hustle, a struggle
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| Say the truth hurts and then cuts slow
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| I don’t give a fuck though
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| Where did the love go?
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| Guess it’s all love lost
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| Now this might be the realest shit I ever said
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| Ever thought, realest I ever fought
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| Ignorance is bliss, you niggas were never taught
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| So when a challenge is sought, you niggas never retort
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| Me I’m too savvy, too witty
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| It’s just too much moxy
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| No percs, just a few crushed oxys
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| But gettin' off was imminent
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| When my dick became numb I was impotent
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| Shit got real different then
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| Was out in Cali with a model, little waist
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| And double Ds, a pretty face and long hair, name’s Vivian
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| Not the norm for me, askin' what’s wrong with me
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| Tried everything we could, nothin' worked, couldn’t get me in
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| We went on so many tours high
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| That chemistry we once had, did it all die?
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| Something’s changed, I just can’t put my finger on
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| And I’d be wrong to sing a song but let it linger on
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| Just know I’d die for my brothers
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| Take on the whole world, at least try for my brothers
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| Just wanna know that that’s reciprocated
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| And if that ain’t the case, nigga, say it
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| These just words from the heart
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| My life coach say I never finish what I start
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| Work, school and relationships become one
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| But if I took all I could, how’d I leave it undone?
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| I’m givin' all the love but not receivin' any
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| But then they mad I’m all for self and I don’t bleed for many
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| Shit I done made a couple of you bitches
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| Just by tellin' folk I was a couple with you bitches
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| Befuddled and so now I don’t want trouble with you bitches
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| Had I used my better judgement, I’d have muzzled all you bitches
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| I gave out careers, fixed your fashion
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| Did this shit so much you would think I got it patented
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| So many loved and mentioned me
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| Judged but can’t sentence me
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| Real nigga never cared
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| Worth a couple mil' and started from an idea
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| Keep it candid in the booth, never panic, I’m the truth
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| God starin' down on me through a panoramic roof
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| I copped to the murder, red handed, ain’t no proof
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| Love’s dead but you never understand it 'til it’s you
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| True colors never hide for long
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| When tables turn, ain’t gon' matter what side you’re on
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| And for me that’s a reoccurring theme
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| Love’s dead, I’m just walkin' y’all through a murder scene
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| When the love goes, the trust goes
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| It’s like you hit my heart with a snub nose
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| I don’t give a fuck though
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| Where did the love go?
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| Guess it’s all love lost
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| Been a hustle, a struggle
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| Say the truth hurts and then cuts slow
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| I don’t give a fuck though
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| Where did the love go?
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| Guess it’s all love lost |