| Well, looks like we got another one
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| They seem to never learn until they crash and burn
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| Lot of these guys sat on the mountaintop
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| Got full of they self then took that long long drop
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| Tell me ‘bout it
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| I’m about to give some game up
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| I saw a lot of folks before they flamed up
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| Then watched them change up after they came up
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| Accumulated fame but see I knew that they had changed
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| ‘cause they head became swol like they had fluid on they brain
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| Whn they was hungry, whatever they had would be plenty
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| Hell, it used to be a time when you’d be glad to see a twenty
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| Then they gradually ascended to the first one in the line
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| And the people you used to run with now ain’t worthy of your time
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| We was loyal through your brokeness and the flaws you used to show us
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| Now you hardly seem to notice those who saw you at your lowest
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| You got higher status, old school homies you canceled fastest
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| Made some new friends to match with your current financial bracket
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| So now that you are rubbing elbows with the rich and powerful and turned your
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| back to people who knew you was still proud of you
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| But guess what? |
| Success just tests us
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| And when you lose everything you was blessed with, that’s when you know you
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| messed up
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| (on the way down)
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| You see everybody that you ever clowned as you fall back to the ground,
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| catch ‘em
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| (on the way down)
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| Nobody that gassing you up is some of the ones you shunned now passing you up,
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| see ‘em
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| (on the way down)
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| It’s a long painful drop at the bottom when you once sat at the top, catch ‘em
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| (on the way down)
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| That’s the time you gotta pay up and face the ones you stepped on on the way up
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| I won’t stop ya
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| You went from Burger King to steak and lobster
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| But I knew you when you didn’t have a pot to piss in
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| Now watch ya dissing ones who gave props to everything you dropped
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| But now you on top, knocking your own roster
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| You say you relatable, but that was debatable
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| The reason why others tolerated you ‘cause you paid ‘em to
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| You don’t have none of real patnas from the past wit’cha
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| All you keep around you now are yes-men and ass-kissers
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| Fools who cater to your craziness like they were waiters
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| No matter what you say, it gets favored by your enablers
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| But when the day that you start to fade comes to a head
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| I hope and pray that you was able to save some of your bread
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| ‘cause the status that you once had is now leaving you fast
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| It’s only so long you can last when you treat people like trash
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| The more you try to fake the part, the more you make it harder
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| Went from selling out packed arenas to «can I take your order?»
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| Saw ya
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| (on the way down)
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| You see everybody that you ever clowned as you fall back to the ground,
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| catch ‘em
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| (on the way down)
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| Nobody that gassing you up is some of the ones you shunned now passing you up,
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| see ‘em
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| (on the way down)
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| It’s a long painful drop at the bottom when you once sat at the top, catch ‘em
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| (on the way down)
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| That’s the time you gotta pay up and face the ones you stepped on on the way up
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| On your way down, you saw that friend who believed in your dream
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| But you never felt like he was good enough to be on your team
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| Your first love who stuck with ya when everybody fled
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| But you broke up with her soon as you started making some bread
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| When you didn’t have a car, the homie that came fast, who drove you around town
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| and never asked for any gas
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| The neighbor that used to feed ya but you betrayed that
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| And the cat that loaned you that money you never paid back
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| Remember your homeboy who took the rap for your drugs?
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| And the Gs in the hood who protected you from the thugs?
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| The person who bought you some clothes ‘cause you couldn’t afford ‘em
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| The fan who wanted an autograph from you but you ignored him
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| The patna you started with who you been knowing for years
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| Down since day one, but when you left, you stole his ideas
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| The young up-and-coming fella that met you last summer who wanted to learn from
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| you but you gave him the wrong number saw ya
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| (on the way down)
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| You see everybody that you ever clowned as you fall back to the ground,
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| catch ‘em
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| (on the way down)
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| Nobody that gassing you up is some of the ones you shunned now passing you up,
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| see ‘em
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| (on the way down)
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| It’s a long painful drop at the bottom when you once sat at the top, catch ‘em
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| (on the way down)
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| That’s the time you gotta pay up and face the ones you stepped on on the way up |