| Out the grave, no shovel
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| Raised by a single mother
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| So I knew about the hustle
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| Round the dirt, round the rubble
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| Bottom of the barrel
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| Did I stut, stut, stutter
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| I’m back, motherfucker
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| Still undisputed, still built on struggle
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| Never trip (Nah) never stumble (Nah)
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| I don’t buckle, I don’t crumble
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| Did it one way or another
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| No love for anyone who doubted me
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| No love, still making new enemies
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| My pain deep, stomach empty
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| How dare (?)
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| My pain deep, stomach empty
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| Motherfucker, don’t tear me
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| Motherfucker, don’t tear me
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| No love for anyone who doubted me
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| No love, still making new enemies
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| No love for anyone who doubted me
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| No love, still making new enemies
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| Check my back full of knife wounds
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| When out the kind you pussies tryna say you have to
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| Not words from the back of the sharks
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| These are real scars, real pain and real hurt
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| Cause when i was doing push-ups on a six bar can
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| You were flashing for the cameras
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| With all your friends
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| But I hope stop back on 'em play pretend
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| But I was born in the gutter
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| Motherfucker, that’s where I lived |