| Running, running ‘til the fear is gone, don’t know where I’m going
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| Don’t know if I’ll make it home, tell Mama I’m sorry
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| I know that I’ve made mistakes, tell her it ain’t easy
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| I’ll see her on judgment day
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| I lost my way (x8)
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| And tell the pastor to pray for me, I’m gone
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| Ay look, tell my mom and my partners who knew me since I was younger
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| I’m ‘bout to sell out for fame and a couple dollars
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| Probably seen me on TV, standing with girls in bikinis
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| Bragging on money and things that I had to borrow
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| They knew it, I blew it, fame and fortune got to me
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| Keeping it real will keep you broke, I’m out here looking for glue
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| You wanted real hip-hop, I’m sorry
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| ‘Cause this VIP is free and all these girls want to party
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| So, super producer, pop singer, plus the yola
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| Now they got my record spinning, trying to sell you cola
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| Ah man, what happened? |
| I started moving too fast
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| Traded the craft for the cash so now you do the math
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| Subtract the heart and the art you make for the people
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| You end up with a whole lot of zeros feeling like a zero
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| I use to be a hip-hop hero, now I’m just a victim of my ego
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| I lost my way, yeah, I lost my way
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| Mama, tell ‘em I lost my way
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| Lord, I lost my way, yeah
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| Crazy can’t nobody relate to nothing real no more
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| They want something fake, they want something fabricated, it’s crazy
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| Can’t nobody relate when I say, when I say
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| When I say riding in the Hyundai, happy it’s the weekend
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| ‘Cause I know Verizon won’t disconnect my cell on a Sunday
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| They killed my Uncle Heli for nothing, I hate this gunplay
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| I can only talk to you from my soul, it’ll pay off one day
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| One thousand, I got to be like an open book, we’re spitting
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| It ain’t the car you drove, it’s the road you took to get it that defines you
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| Forget all that faking, whipping and soda
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| Spending their life savings in front of a club promoter
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| Like they got it like that, man that’s a kid on that car
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| Acting like he bought it like that, you only get me so far
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| You ain’t no artist like that, art ain’t loud, it’s thought provoking
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| And often the biggest words come from those who are softer spoken
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| For the ice and the cream they be Baskin' and Robbin'
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| At gunpoint, they love it, I pray you ain’t walking beside ‘em
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| At one point, we fought together, made 'em stop all they lies
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| But now we lie to ourselves in that we don’t realize
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| Lord, help us |