| I hold my head up just enough to see the skies
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| And when we go we won’t go slow we’ll put up such a fight
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| And you will be one day exactly what you are
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| Just keep your head held high
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| Kiss your fist and touch the sky
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| I’m tired of the rain, tired of the pain
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| Tired of being played
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| But never tired of the game
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| I tied up my shoes.
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| Never lied. |
| I’m the truth
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| Got feelings I don’t express
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| Until I’m live in the booth
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| Nobody really cares about the shit I’m going through
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| Until I make a song about it
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| Then you’re going through it too
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| You see they bring hate to you
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| Rap critics debating you
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| Until you hit home on some shit that they relating to
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| Then they’re like «Damn man, that ni--a go hard b»
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| But last week you said that you was soft, going R&B
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| We live in a selfish world
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| Broke ni--as, wealthy girls
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| Ni--as turn sensitive
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| I blame it on that twitter shit
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| Ni--as supposed to be less talk more action
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| Instead of sitting on yo ass
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| And thinkin' 'bout the status
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| What happened to the soldiers?
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| The soul of the front line
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| Captain Kirk up in the sky
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| You know I got mine
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| I hold my head up just enough to see the skies
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| And when we go we won’t go slow we’ll put up such a fight
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| And you will be one day exactly what you are
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| Just keep your head held high
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| Kiss your fist and touch the sky
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| I’ll never slow down
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| I’m a come and go ni--a
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| They won’t appreciate you
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| Till you dead and gone ni--a
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| I gotta reinvent myself
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| At times I prohibit myself
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| From shinin' too hard on you ni--as
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| Gotta tint myself
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| I think about the life I live
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| And where ni--a I’m goin' to
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| Young bread far
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| But I know who the f-ck I’m throwin' to
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| You’re chillin' in your ford 2
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| Pay extra for shoe
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| The blitz and I’m goin' deep, all leo bitch
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| Ni--a cheap money talks
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| Speak up, I don’t read lips
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| Got a list of people I don’t f-ck with
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| Leave 'em pissed, tryna block my shine
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| Puff Daddy in the eclipse
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| Steven Spielberg with the words I don’t need scripts
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| You better stop 'em before I turn into a problem
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| Being real and this young is abnormal
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| With that being said, shit I’d probably be dead before I get to the top
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| Either way I touch the sky, ni--a
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| I hold my head up just enough to see the skies
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| And when we go we won’t go slow we’ll put up such a fight
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| And you will be one day exactly what you are
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| Just keep your head held high
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| Kiss your fist and touch the sky |