| I was goin' through that pain alone
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| I was goin' through that phase alone
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| We all change, you say I change alone
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| Sleepless nights, barely changin' clothes
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| You know damn right you was wrong
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| I was tired, they didn’t realize
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| Certain vibes, it don’t feel right
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| Plenty nights got me traumatized
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| Why they lie? |
| I do love my guys
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| You lookin' crazy, know the trenches raised me
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| I’m Durkio, but I’m Chicago JAY-Z
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| And I was scared how that money made me
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| I caught a vibe today, was lookin' crazy
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| Money ran low, right? |
| Felons can’t vote, right?
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| I can’t even vote for who I believe in, shit ain’t goin' right
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| I didn’t drop a tear inside the funeral, I ain’t mourn right
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| And I nut in all the hoes I fuck, I blame the porn site
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| Please don’t turn away from me
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| I got enough on my plate tryna turn away, tryna turn away
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| Became the voice of the streets and my people ain’t believe in me
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| I’m supportive of the streets and them people ain’t believe in me
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| Quarantine what? |
| I’m just tryna make a buck
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| Talkin' to my dawg, he be actin' like he stuck
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| Favorite gun a Glock, it slipped up, what a month
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| Throw it in they face every time I hold it up
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| Granny ain’t feelin' too well
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| Shootout with the police, I ain’t goin' to jail
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| How you actin' off a case, you’ll know if you tell
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| I know a nigga from the hood, he’ll serve with no scale
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| Watchin' Bands make a play, I seen him score in the mail
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| Gave him thirty-nine years, I heard him cry in the cell
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| Even though I’m gettin' big, I bought a MAC through my Zelle
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| Took a picture on my block, they think I’m back in the field
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| Please don’t turn away from me
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| I got enough on my plate tryna turn away, tryna turn away
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| Became the voice of the streets and my people ain’t believe in me
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| I’m supportive of the streets and them people ain’t believe in me |