| This the realest shit I ever wrote
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| Ever spoke into existence
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| I be letting go of all the burdens I was holding that’s a heavy load
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| Ain’t no walking into heaven with a heavy soul
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| Heaven knows that I’ve been waiting on a second plate
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| And every blessing meant for me was not a minute late
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| Every call that I would miss was left for you to make
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| Now we can’t talk when I miss you, I don’t know who to blame
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| Ain’t no happy tomorrows, I feel like novocaine
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| Circulating my body like this was all in vein
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| We were supposed to be Roc-A-Fella like Jay and Dame
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| We were supposed to be robe life on a summers day
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| I was supposed to be with you, brotha, through thick and thin
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| Somewhere up in the hills splittin' them dividends
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| Bussin' bands out the budget tippin' on strippers friends
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| Life taught tell me ain’t nothing pretty when winners sin
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| Say you’re destined for greatness if you just settle in
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| And settle down
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| You’ve been a king
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| Without a crown
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| I used to want enough money so I don’t know nobody
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| Now I got me some money, feel I don’t know no body
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| Now they asking favours that I don’t owe nobody
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| I need strength, I see them fold like Origami
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| Plenty women and alcohol in the hotel lobby
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| Plenty niggas that claim they with us but we know they copy
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| Thought that shit’d be different when the bag straight
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| Thought we celebrating like my last days
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| I used to write in my room hoping that Pac would feel me
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| Now I write every bar hoping that Harry hear me
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| I’m tryna get in my zone, I don’t need no one near me
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| No one near me, no competition, it’s caught eye fearing
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| No competition but those before me I gave importance
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| I might need a double album if I tell my story
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| Tell my momma I love her more with every day
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| It’s hard now but when I get it we go celebrate
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| Said my sister «aye thank you»
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| I know she had my back through everything so when I did it Imma give it back
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| Tell my brother I got you after my second plaque
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| Tell my niggas I love em and pray they never lack
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| And nothing promised, ain’t nothing promised, remember that
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| Used to writing my truth, I can’t hold nothing back |