| Black and white, black and white
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| Black and white, black and white
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| Black and white, black and white
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| Black and white, black and white
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| It’s written in my eyes
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| I can see it right in front of me
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| I’m blinded by the lights
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| But they’ll take me where I wanna be
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| I can see it all in black and white
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| From pen to pad I’m here tonight
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| I wrote the words, I know it’s right
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| I can see it all in
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| I can see it all in black and white
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| It’s written up in my eyes
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| Off pain and hunger I thrive
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| I talk the talk and I walk the walk
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| Cause I ain’t built a story on lies
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| I done came up off of that grind
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| Really put my neck on that line
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| All this disrespect, you must think I’m wet
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| But I promise you I ain’t that guy
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| I’ve seen it all in black and white
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| Losing all theirs cause their eyes on mine
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| And to be fair, dunno how they got time
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| When they round me, rolling round with five
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| Room up by the ache, I ain’t paid that price
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| And come back they both trapped inside
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| Hope that they know when their home ain’t nice
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| Man of the minute for a minute more time
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| We got it in on our own
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| Nobody put us up on this throne
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| And they hate the fact that I’m raping tracks
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| And all I talk about is my dough
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| All the road man feel my pain
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| And all the females feel my flow
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| I got six figures, that pink figures
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| And I still ain’t got sold on my soul
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| I was born up in that shovel
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| I never knew nothing but the hustle
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| My whole life’s been a cold life
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| And I ain’t frozen out in this jungle
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| I’m like R.I.P. |
| to my father
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| And R.I.P. |
| to my uncle
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| And R.I.P. |
| to my competition
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| Man, tell them all I said love 'em
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| There’s colours in these eyes
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| But there is darkness right in front of me
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| No matter how hard I try
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| I could never change what it was meant to be |