| Sometimes I feel like I ain’t shit
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| Sometimes a nigga feel like shit
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| Talkin' 'bout some real life shit
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| Goodbye letter, «Dear Life» shit
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| So if a nigga kill me, hope he mean it
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| I just hope I die for a reason
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| They probably won’t miss me 'til they need me
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| Have problems with admittin' that they need me, Lord
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| I’m talkin' 'bout some real life shit
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| Goodbye letter, «Dear Life» shit
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| Way too concerned to be conceited
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| I live and I learn, then die tryna teach 'em, Lord
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| Die tryna reach 'em
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| They care more about how much I leave than
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| Where I leave it
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| I hope I leave more of an impression on my kids
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| To be destined to have blessings to believe in, Lord
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| Just got off the phone with my son
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| Told him, «You're a son of a gun»
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| Just got off the phone with my daughter
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| Told her, «I won’t hesitate to fuck a young nigga up», Lord
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| A few bitches left me, that only got a new bitch elected
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| My old bitch was too disrespectful
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| And only get my new bitch respected
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| That’s power, yes, it’s now or next
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| Can’t lie though, I tried though
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| I’ll die tryin', that’s a common death
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| We was such a team, we was chasin' our dreams
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| Then it stopped, now I’m outta breath
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| Now they try to tell me I need rest
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| And I’ll find love again, I ain’t find it yet
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| Oh, but I guess it is what it is as it appears, oh shit
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| The object in the mirror is more near than it appears, oh shit
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| And sometimes I fear who in the mirror, that nigga weird
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| He done died so many times but still here, why am I here?
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| Dear Life
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| What is my meaning? |
| My reason?
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| Naked bitches really love ones
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| Sometimes our loved ones don’t love us
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| I’m fuckin' more than I’m makin' love
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| Sometimes I make my rubber wear a rubber
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| I just tell my lady, «Nothing's easy»
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| Even though I make it look easy
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| But understand looks are deceiving
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| Lookin' like I’m lookin' for some grievance
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| 'Cause I been through way too much, don’t wanna think about it
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| Cranky 'bout it, gotta drink about it
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| Gotta synchronize it, tranquilize it
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| Doctor ain’t prescribin' what he ain’t realizin'
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| Pain inside me got me thinkin' 'bout me
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| Tryna hang my body, sanctifyin'
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| I’m a gangsta dyin' 'cause all gangsters die
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| I can’t deny it, you can’t tame my lion
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| I’m a angry lion hangin' by a string, I can’t describe it
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| Feel like a anchor tied to my finger
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| Got me sinkin' to the bottom of my drink
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| I know a lotta niggas think I got a lotta niggas
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| There’s strength in numbers but it’s honor over strength
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| I talked to God the other day, he say he got a nigga
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| So, I look death up in her eye and then I wink
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| It’s way too real, the shit I’m talkin' way, way too real
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| I hope it gave you chills
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| The dirt under your feet could be the grave you fill
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| You don’t know how dead you feel 'til you’re dead for real
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| Gettin' high after I paid the bill, lower than a Navy SEAL
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| Show up with them Navy guns, I hope somebody prayin' for 'em
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| Price tags no mistakes, somebody payin' for 'em
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| Ice bath when my face numb, no expression
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| What’s the life expectancy when you don’t expect shit?
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| Mama told me, «Fuck the world and be so aggressive
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| Be self-fluorescent, watch these hoes 'cause they so obsessive
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| Don’t get too high to look over blessings
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| Never come in second, make the most of your seconds
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| They so precious»
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| 'Cause if we could buy time, every store would sell it
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| If you want me to read your mind, need correct spelling
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| I keep it real, niggas better keep it copacetic
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| Where the weed? |
| I feel like I’m gettin' a sober headache
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| Lookin' in the mirror at the one that know me better
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| I was too busy to talk, I wrote an open letter
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| Dear Life
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| What is my meaning? |
| My reason?
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| That’s the question I ask the reader, God bless the reader
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| Dear Life, what is my meaning? |
| My reason?
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| That’s the question
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| You know, when he told me Toya was havin' a baby, I say, «Y'all young.
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| You know y’all young.» |
| But I said, «Be the best father you can be,» you know.
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| And truly, he is that. |