| See, we put a lot of work in this, man
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| So all we ask is that if you feelin' it, show us some love
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| I wrote this for every artist, in every city and market
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| Especially independents who have it hardest
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| From the first day we started, we learned the game hands-on
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| Every part of it, and that helped us to be the smartest
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| Each song in our arsenal carefully thought, written and recorded
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| And with our own finances we parted
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| Our hopes for radio play were thwarted
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| And all that hard work we put forward was blatantly disregarded
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| I always been curious ever since I became a lyricist
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| Why the people around you don’t take you serious
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| See y’all don’t understand the kind of character
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| It takes to jump in a van with product and cover a whole area
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| You hand people a flyer, they just stare at ya
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| ‘cause all they know is what they see and hear plastered through mainstream
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| America
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| But see they not the only ones I’m speaking of though
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| Because half of the time it’s usually the people you know so
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| So where the love at? |
| That’s all I wanna know
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| Ain’t gotta look for it, if it’s real, it’s gonna show
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| The truest ride forever, fly-by-nights come and go
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| So never perpetrate like you rocking with me ‘cause I’ma know
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| If I meet another liar, I’ma probably lose it
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| How you my number one fan and ain’t bought none of my music?
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| Some people ask why I’m not bigger, best way to describe ‘em
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| Is you know me and you not buyin', you part of the problem
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| In the microcosm, their thoughts are all out of sorts
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| They have to see you blow up first to validate their support
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| They say they with me but I don’t believe ‘em
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| I seen ‘em buy plenty CDs from other people then they ask me for a free one
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| Didn’t go to my show when it was 10 at the door
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| But paid two fifty to see that commercial cat front row
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| And it’s not a issue of envy or hate to let you know
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| Just don’t tell me that you with me unless it’s actually so
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| I give one thousand percent to feed you well when I murder tracks
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| Where is the love? |
| I’m like Donny and Roberta Flack
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| But through it all, I still eat and I will not fall
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| And shoutout to my real supporters, I ain’t forgot y’all
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| So where the love at? |
| That’s all I wanna know
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| Ain’t gotta look for it, if it’s real, it’s gonna show
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| The truest ride forever, fly-by-nights come and go
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| So never perpetrate like you rocking with me ‘cause I’ma know
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| You wonder why a lot of good artists didn’t succeed
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| Either he didn’t work hard or his people didn’t believe
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| Hung around hittin' the weed while you did all the liftin'
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| Or they said they was with him but their actions show something different
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| Ask ‘em for some help grinding in the streets, no luck
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| But tell ‘em you shootin' a video, they all show up
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| Gave everything he had tryna strive hard
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| Now real talent to cats working on nine-to-five jobs
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| To rap or sing and do it for the world is your dream
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| But when your family don’t support, that’s a discouraging thing
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| It ain’t always bad business that causes ‘em to be gone quick
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| A lot of cats' careers was killed by they own clique
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| But let me tell you artists on another note
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| Some of y’all just too lazy to get out and promote
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| And you won’t even grind for yourself, homie that’s tragic
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| Then you sit around wondering why your album went plastic, now
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| So where the love at? |
| That’s all I wanna know
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| Ain’t gotta look for it, if it’s real, it’s gonna show
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| The truest ride forever, fly-by-nights come and go
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| So never perpetrate like you rocking with me ‘cause I’ma know |