| They want me gone but I’m still here
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| I’m in this bitch like I live here
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| So they keep on calling me back
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| That’s why I’m still here
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| I’m in this bitch like I live here
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| That’s why I’m still here
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| And everywhere that I go
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| They hold me now 'cause they know
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| I’m always with 'em
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| So they keep on calling me back
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| That’s why I’m still here
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| I’m in this bitch like I live here
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| I feel like I’m the only rapper that’s still real
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| That would give a handshake to his fan and
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| So say thank you, ain’t nothing grateful
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| This road to take you through shit that will test your will
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| In a time when they respect meals instead of skills
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| But a deal don’t make you real
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| They say it’s just music, it's just stupid
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| Think about how many hours we listen to it
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| So I embrace my influence
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| I knew this shit as an add a lesson
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| When I was a freshman
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| Before my gift was the freshest
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| I was writing rhymes and failing testing
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| So picture that teachers gave up on me this shit was heavy
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| They never figured that I knew what I wanted to do already
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| I’m sitting there writing rhymes they like, Jon don’t waste your mind
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| They had my feeling like this rap shit was a waste of time
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| I feel like who gon' stop me, can’t see my vision, watch me
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| They say only one in a million, well I feel like one now
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| Me, it ain’t shit that I can’t have, and a star that I can’t grab
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| Last ones always end up first, first one always end up last
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| (Hook)
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| So I’m still here
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| I’m in this bitch like I live here
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| So they keep on calling me back
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| That’s why I’m still here
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| I’m in this bitch like I live here
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| The people keep on calling me back
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| So everywhere that I go
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| They hold me now 'cause they know
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| I’m always with 'em
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| So they keep on calling me back
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| That’s why I’m still here
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| I’m in this bitch like I live here
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| And they keep on calling me back
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| What you supposed to do
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| When they approaching you like older school
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| And you get emotional 'cause nobody close to you
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| Know what you going through
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| A dream chase is a dream catch but the people lazy
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| Instead of encouraging you they rather say you crazy
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| But what’s insane to me it’s when
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| Peope don’t listen to young people that’s gifted
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| And say they dreaming relentless
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| And they end up settling
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| When they had a chance but they missed it
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| They got a life and they hate it
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| Tryin' to meet your expectations
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| They can’t be you they can only be them
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| The problem is how much they care about they way you see them
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| They keep on trying to reach you that’s why you can’t teach them
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| All you gotta do is listen you ain’t gotta read them
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| All the pressure and the weight they tryin'
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| To make explanations about why we ain’t live up to expectations
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| I know you expect a greatness but
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| Allow me to tell you the truth
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| Great is when you master doing you
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| For real, let’s go
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| (Hook)
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| So I’m still here
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| I’m in this bitch like I live here
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| So they keep on calling me back
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| That’s why I’m still here
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| I’m in this bitch like I live here
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| The people keep on calling me back
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| So everywhere that I go
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| They hold me now 'cause they know
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| I’m always with 'em
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| So they keep on calling me back
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| That’s why I’m still here
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| I’m in this bitch like I live here
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| And they keep on calling me back
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| I played the underdog but
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| What’s enough what’s shaking tough
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| They steady digging for the best
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| You get this diamond in a rough
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| I never wanted recognition
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| Nothing handed nor given
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| Feel like God never answer
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| And the devil is a mischief shit
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| Ain’t answering so following dreams seems so prelific
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| When the cops made me mad at a house I knew I get it
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| Everyday the thought of niggers looking stupid is my vengence
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| And this tension is mistaken to be bitter but it’s iller 'cause
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| Mama told me college was my ship to the stars
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| And class thinking damn 16 credits said he’s boss
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| Contemplation in conversation of who gon' make it turn up
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| God damn congratulations my saving graces if I quit
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| Then I’m proving all these theories that they stare me 'cause I flow
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| On my feet, getting weary hope you hear me and
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| Love turned to hate, and this dilly getting near me
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| I won’t make a compromise
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| So these niggers can’t let me motherfucker
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| (Hook)
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| So I’m still here
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| I’m in this bitch like I live here
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| So they keep on calling me back
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| That’s why I’m still here
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| I’m in this bitch like I live here
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| The people keep on calling me back
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| So everywhere that I go
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| They hold me now 'cause they know
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| I’m always with 'em
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| So they keep on calling me back
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| That’s why I’m still here
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| I’m in this bitch like I live here
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| And they keep on calling me back
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| (Outro)
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| I made this shit
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| For you, you, you
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| Don’t get it twisted
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| Every time I write a rhyme
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| That shit for you, you, you
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| I know you hear me
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| If you feel me
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| snow I made that shit
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| For you, you, you
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| Don’t get it twisted
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| Everytime you hear my voice
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| That’s shit for you, you, you |