| Ain’t no question if I want it, I need it
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| I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
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| I’m on the edge, so why you playing? |
| I’m saying
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| I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
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| Not for nothing I’ve foreseen it, I dream it
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| I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
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| No more chances if you blow this, you bogus
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| I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
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| Penitentiary chances, the devil dances
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| And eventually answers to the call of Autumn
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| All of them fallin’ for the love of ballin’
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| Got caught with 30 rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin
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| Inter century anthems based off inner city tantrums
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| Based off the way we was branded
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| Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon
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| And at the airport they check all through my bag
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| And tell me that it’s random
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| But we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage
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| I need a happy ending and a new beginning
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| And a new fitted, and some job opportunities that's lucrative
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| This the real world, homie, school finished
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| They done stole your dreams, you dunno who did it
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| I treat the cash the way the government treats AIDS
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| I won’t be satisfied til all my niggas get it, get it?
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| Ain’t no question if I want it, I need it
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| I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
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| I’m on the edge, so why you playing? |
| I’m saying
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| I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
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| Is hip hop just a euphemism for a new religion?
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| The soul music of the slaves that the youth is missing
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| This is more than just my road to redemption
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| Malcolm West had the whole nation standing at attention
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| As long as I’m in Polo smiling, they think they got me
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| But they would try to crack me if they ever see a black me
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| I thought I chose a field where they couldn’t sack me
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| If a nigga ain't shootin' a jump shot, running a track meet
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| But this pimp is, at the top of Mount Olympus
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| Ready for the World’s game, this is my Olympics
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| We make ‘em say ho cause the game is so pimpish
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| Choke a South Park writer with a fishstick
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| I insisted to get up offa this dick
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| And these drugs, niggas can't resist it
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| Remind me of when they tried to have Ali enlisted
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| If I ever wasn't the greatest nigga, I must have missed it!
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| Ain’t no question if I want it, I need it
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| I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
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| I’m on the edge, so why you playing? |
| I’m saying
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| I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
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| I need more drinks and less lights
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| And that American Apparel girl in just tights
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| She told the director she tryna get in a school
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| He said “take them glasses off and get in the pool”
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| It’s been a while since I watched the tube
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| Cause like a Crip said, I got way too many blues for any more bad news
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| I was looking at my resume feeling real fresh today
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| They rewrite history, I don’t believe in yesterday
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| And what’s a black Beatle anyway, a fucking roach?
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| I guess that's why they got me sitting in fucking coach
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| My guy said I need a different approach
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| Cause people is looking at me like I’m sniffing coke
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| It's not funny anymore, try different jokes
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| Tell ‘em hug and kiss my ass, x and o
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| And kiss the ring while they at it, do my thing while I got it
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| Play strings for the dramatic ending of that wack shit
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| Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes
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| I ain't got it I’m coming after whoever who has it
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| I’m coming after whoever. |
| Who has it?
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| You blowin' up, that’s good, fantastic
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| That y’all, it's like that y'all
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| I don’t really give a fuck about it at all
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| Cause the same people that tried to black ball me
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| Forgot about two things, my black balls
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| Ain’t no question if I want it, I need it
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| I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
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| I’m on the edge, so why you playing? |
| I’m saying
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| I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
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| I done copped Timb's, lived in lenses, kid
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| Armani suits, fresh fruits, Bally boots and Benzes
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| Counting up, smoking, one cuff
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| Live as a red Jag, a Louis bag, grabbing a blunt, fuck it
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| Steam about a hundred and one L's
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| Kites off to jails, buying sweats, running up in Stetson
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| Nigga hat game was special
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| It matched every black pair of Nikes, throwing dice for decimals
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| The older head, bolder head, would train a soldier head
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| Make sure he right in the field, not a soldier dead
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| That meant code red, bent off the black skunk
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| The black dutch, back of the old shed
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| If you can’t live, you dying, you give or buy in
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| Keep it real or keep it moving, keep grinding
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| Keep shining, to every young man, this is a plan
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| Learn from others like your brothers Rae and Kanye
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| Not for nothing I've forseen it, I dream it
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| I can feel it slowly dripping away from me
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| No more chances if you blow this, you bogus
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| I will never ever let you live this down, down, down |