| Yeah, yeah
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| Look, it was around '99, baby comin' while I was at rock bottom
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| Ironic shit, I was listenin' to «Rock Bottom»
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| Pockets rabbit ears, no paper, lot of cotton
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| Had some charges stemmin' from me and my squad robbin'
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| Had to leave the hood, shit stayin', not an option
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| I bumped your shit forever, felt we had a lot in common
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| A rapper expressin' wit who spoke in depressive stints
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| All that introspectiveness, I couldn’t measure what it did
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| Listen, I’m writin' to you now cause we don’t get to talk much
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| 'Cept for in the stu' when we be passin' through the halls and such
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| I wonder if you catch me stare at you in awe much
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| And we be busy workin' so I never share my thoughts much
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| Remember signin' four niggas with an attitude?
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| Well maybe we’ll get your star power and his magnitude
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| All I thought was it was 'bout to be on
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| But I never guessed that I was 'bout to be wrong
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| We encountered some things, maybe we should’ve figured out all along
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| Who the fuck was I to be too vocal in my doubt for some songs?
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| Even I can’t be that dumb to step over the threshold
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| And be the guy who says no to so many records sold
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| Whole career, I never bit my tongue, I let it go
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| Too many times bein' the rebel, ain’t end in what’s best for Joe
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| That second album came and added truth to the slander
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| But we learned what’s good for the goose ain’t good for the gander
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| Guess I’m askin' for advice right now
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| Experience and leadership to help suffice right now
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| I guess I’m askin', «How would you do it?»
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| Before I do somethin' too stupid
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| Before my group lose it just to get our views lucid
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| Every other day these niggas want a new exclusive
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| Should I be in the mix more? |
| Maybe I’m too secluded
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| Do you think you’d be as famous now
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| If you had to put out «My Name Is"now?
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| The way the game is now, awful lyrics, shit is shameless now
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| Just tell me how you’d maneuver if you came in now
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| It’s just thoughts, everything is criss-crossed
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| Gotta be cool with Complex and Pitchfork if I wanna get my shit off
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| These simpleminded niggas won’t think you fuck with us
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| If they don’t see you poppin' bottles in the club with us
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| It’s about fashion now, which I hate
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| Because I dress like shit, I’m just the best when I spit
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| But different times, I was feelin' like the odd man out
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| Like I should leave, they’d be better with the odd man out
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| Like when I wasn’t on that intro, I felt a little weird
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| But that was for the team, so I didn’t really care, for real
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| For the team, how I happen to be
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| When Bad met Evil, nigga who was happier than me?
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| Think back, the way that I was on that shit
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| You woulda thought it was my album and I was on that shit
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| Like fuck rap, happy to see a friendship get mended
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| Cemented and any frivolous tension get ended
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| Joell you my G, Weapon Waist you my OG cuz
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| Nickel you know I look at you like it’s blood
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| Here’s the flowers, before this end is covered in mud
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| We can disband right now and it’s gonna always be love
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| For a brief period I tried to rhyme like y’all
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| I was high, maybe tryin' to prove that I’m like y’all
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| But I’m not, I suck at all that syllable shit
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| I’d rather make the pen bleed to see the feelin' you get
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| I’m bein' honest, we might never sell a million and shit
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| To me it’s more value in keepin' it trill with my nigs
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| And to Em, one of the illest ever on the mic
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| We’re less different than we are alike
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| This ain’t about star power, I ain’t on the hype
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| Never mind skin color, I see beyond the white
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| My whole life I fought trauma like you
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| Had ups and downs with my baby mama like you
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| I had my fair share of transgressions like you
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| Had a bad temper once and fought aggression like you
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| Did drugs, popped pills, fought depression like you
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| These are things you’d never pick up from our sessions in the stu'
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| I beefed with Hov, 50, Game and Wu
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| Got in my own way a lot, I’m sure the same as you
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| The whole label think I’m crazy, I been peeped it
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| I’m only mad I couldn’t keep a better secret
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| Still when I hear your voice, my head goes wrong
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| Takes me back to that little boy with my headphones on
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| And the way you saved my life back then is how I’m savin' them
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| Plaques and charted tracks won’t take me away from them
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| So I hope you understand
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| Fuck this record deal, you inspired me as a man
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| I’ll cut it short, before I start feelin' like a Stan
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| HouseGang for life, word to the pig on Royce’s hand
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| Success’ll never disable me
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| No record label will ever label me
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| My morals ain’t for sale, can’t under-the-table me
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| I’ll ride it out, even when everything ain’t savory
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| My brothers love me, they won’t enable me
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| And they won’t kill me, they won’t Cain and Abel me
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| It’s how I feel at the moment… |