| Yah
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| Fuck it, I’m hungry, but I ain’t bitin' my tougue
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| So as far as my pride, I ain’t swallowin' none
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| Stubborn, I’m stuck in my habit, it’s like the life of a nun
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| Like suidcide and I’m choosin' between this knife or this gun
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| Either way, «I was fucked,» that’s what they always told me
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| At the bottom you broke and at the top it get lonely
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| I ain’t sleepin' for days cause of this dream that I have
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| I’m livin' on niggas couches, gave everything thing that I had
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| Bein' real ain’t easy cause if it was it could rest more
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| I’m from Flint I get hated by niggas I’m tryin' rep for
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| Death to the motherfuckin' soul of you haters
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| You can hate on me now, ya’ll be thanking me later
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| I wear my city like this A Squad tat on my arm
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| Fli City, what up! |
| Michigan til I’m gone
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| My paps left when I was twelve, I’m used to being alone
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| But this shit made me strong so thank God he was gone
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| So now it’s…
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| (Do you love me now!) x2
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| I’m from the hood where broke niggas killin' broke niggas
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| Ya’ll ain’t gon' be happy til there ain’t no moe niggas
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| Was a po' nigga, now I’m doin' rich nigga shit
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| All my life, I was thinkin' how a rich think
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| Ya’ll mad when other races call us, «nigga»
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| My homie, Miney, died, a black man was his killa
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| Meanin' the complexion was the same as mine behind that trigga
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| So a word has no power except for what we give it
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| On this earth, we destroy for the slightest difference
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| Shit, I’ma fuck around and start my own religion
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| Cause I ain’t been to heaven yet so I don’t know who wrong
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| The affect is death so I can’t condone whoever dropped the bomb
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| Look
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| Between the box-views on Fox News
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| And the bullshit that the cops do
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| Ya’ll wonder how I got apostles
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| I ain’t the only one to feel hostile
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| As long as air’s in my nostrils
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| I’ma speak for all of my peeps
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| Whether you black, white
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| Or you candy-striped
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| Let’s go, get on your feet
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| Talk to me now
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| My thing is this, I want us to continue getting money for the next fifteen
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| years instead of fallin' off cause we’re not putting no social commentaries
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| into the rap
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| (Do you love me now!) x3
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| Yeah
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| If I’m in your line of sight, I shine so bright that they can’t see no mo'
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| If you don’t live for somethin', what you breathin' fo'
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| We all put on this earth for reasons we don’t even know
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| I knew I was the one, even when the odds ain’t even know
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| Blessin’s in they face but niggas too blind to receive it though
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| Fall and get back up, it ain’t the end, just wasn’t your season, bro
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| Hard pill to swallow but falling short make you need it mo'
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| Go through hell to get to heaven, yeah, that seems reasonable
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| The closest people to me ain’t here no mo', that’s why I can’t stop
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| James told me I was gon' make it, and he ain’t here to watch
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| Right before the crash, Jack said, «Give it everything you got,»
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| Mrs. Warber said, «Never pretend you somethin' that you not,»
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| Monty believed in me more than himself, and then he got shot
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| So they live through me, through these rhymes until my casket drop
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| So to the critics and my haters, ya’ll can see it in my eyes
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| That I ain’t ever gon' die, so suck my dick til you get the prize
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| Tell me
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| Do you love me now
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| Do you love me now
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| Here’s what I think needs to be done, man. |
| C’mon man, at the end of these
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| records we listen to, we don’t get nothing out of 'em no mo'. |
| We don’t get no
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| social commentaries, we don’t get no kind of knowledge out these records.
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| Everybody just talkin' about how many chains they got on and how much dope
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| they sold. |
| But the truth of the matter is, I don’t believe you. |
| Then these kids
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| out here, listenin' to us, and lookin' up to us cause a lot of them don’t have
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| no father figure in their house. |
| And every record you get on, you lying 'bout
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| some dope. |
| Cause if you gon' talk about squares and talk about the drug game,
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| you need to talk about the bad side of the drug game too. |
| What about when you
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| get busted and go to jail? |
| What about when your mama and your wife and your
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| kids is cryin' cause, cause they at home and you in prison in a cell?
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| What about that part of the dope game? |
| Everybody’s talkin' about how many cars
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| and how many jewels they gon' buy, and how many squares comin' off,
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| but ain’t nobody talkin' bout the other side of. |
| So if you gon' talk about
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| that, you got to talk bout both sides. |
| Well, guess what. |
| I’m takin' a stance
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| against the powers, I’m takin' a stance against the lie, and I’m tellin' you we
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| need to stop doin' all this old negative stuff. |
| We need to stop promotin' the
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| wrong thing |