| when everybody else see’s, where I’m comin from
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| and I don’t know why I travel down these dead end roads
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| I gotta turn this car around-and find my way home
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| When you listen to my music do you feel my shit
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| look I don’t need punchlines cause I live my shit
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| alot of cats selling they soul for radio play
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| that’s why we need mo' rappers like Common and Kayne
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| niggaz scared to be broke so they fake it, to make it
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| if my album went gold I’d still be the greatest
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| back in the days I would get caught for trulency
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| but now I’m puttin money back in my community
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| I took my homies out the hood now they got jobs
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| cause it’s more to life then dodgin cop cars
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| I played the block hard, now I play the pop charts
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| now I’m gettin dumb money, cause I got smart
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| Aiiyo I never seen a man cry, till I seen a man die
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| so when you talk to me look me in my damn eyes
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| cause I been through it all and my scars prove it
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| cause when it come to that paper homie I’m a do it
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| I just rhyme part time you better know it
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| these lines comin from my mind so I never wrote it
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| keep my nine by my spine so I never show it
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| yeah I’m addicted to pine but I never grow it
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| and the reason I got signed cause I’m a poet
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| half of my niggaz doin time but I’m focused
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| that’s why I’m stayin on my grind if you haven’t noticed
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| that old Cadillac transformed to a Lotus
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| When ya new album drop everybody ya friend
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| niggaz actin like they down but I know they pretend
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| I use to scrap up money for studio time
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| I’m like Jay Z homie I remember my rhymes
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| ain’t nobody help me out when my cash was low
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| bills comin too fast so I had to blow
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| and I walked by faith, not by sight
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| cause I know G-O-D will guide me right
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| I take the bitter with the sweet, I know you feel my pain
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| why we gotta get harassed when we board the plane
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| I ain’t tryna preach to you but I hope you relate
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| even at a dead end you gotta find yo’way (Okay, Okay)
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| I wanna dedicate this track here to my grandparents
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| ya know they stuck with me through thick and thin
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| ya knah’im’sayin since day one, without my family
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| ya know I ain’t got no back bone man
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| so I dedicate this to you and pray to God you gon’find a way… holla back |