| Yeah Jarren Benton nigga
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| Nigga this hard work, hard work
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| My grandma taught me, «Put God first.»
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| And these fuck niggas in my neck of the woods
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| They wouldn’t show me love, I spit a hard verse
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| You feel the pain inside of my art, worst
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| So much failure, felt like my heart burst
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| I came to eat, fuck the horderves
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| The bully’s home, I’m on all the nerves
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| So where the fuck were you when I was hurting?
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| Success was looking so uncertain
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| I couldn’t afford a fucking christmas day for my daughter
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| Nigga I was worthless
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| Like God what the fuck is my purpose?
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| Stressing make a nigga feel nervous
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| I wash away the pain, no detergent
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| I’mma hit it with the motherfucking bourbon
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| So fuck you and your lame ass comments nigga
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| You don’t know me from a fricking comment nigga
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| I’m going hard for my nigga Slow, rest in peace
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| I’m drinking till I vomit liquor
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| I’mma get richer, I’mma die trying, I’mma die grinding
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| Kill yourself with a hot iron if you hating nigga
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| I’m about mine, on Cloud Nine like Jesus nigga
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| I’m jet skiing on the English river
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| Counting paper till my fingers shiver
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| Down Grey Goose like I don’t need a liver
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| Beat it nigga, I’mma chase the rest, cause I ain’t high enough
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| I’m going in till my time is up
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| But if you think this shit just happened over night
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| And we ain’t paying dues then you blind as fuck
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| I believe in me, I believe in me
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| Success is all I see, man it’s all I see
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| I believe in me, I believe in me
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| Success is all I see, man it’s all on me
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| Me, me, me, me
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| Ain’t tripping off none of these niggas, it’s all about
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| Me, me, me, me
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| Ain’t tripping off none of these bitches, they choosing on
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| Me, me, me, me
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| Ain’t tripping off what they be saying, they waiting on
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| Me, me, me, me
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| My future is all that I see, sheesh
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| Yeah and I pray to God as my witness
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| See I’ve harbored a sickness
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| I see life as it is
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| More than just money, cars and some bitches
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| I put fright in my peers, so it might come off as auspicious
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| Such delight when I veered, it was all a conscious decision
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| Never been a path I would take but mine
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| Dealing with the past is a waste of time
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| Nothing you remask can replace what’s dying
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| Whether you adapt, it’s a state of mind
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| Whether you react like a faceless mime
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| Put it on your back and embrace, I tried
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| Never been a nigga with a limited vision
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| I had a mission, I was fishing, but I ain’t confined
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| Fucked in the game would’ve lost my footing
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| Things that I did seem so off putting
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| Had to learn quick if you wanna earn it
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| Then you have to let go, anyway, that’s pulling
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| Sake for the friends and the hoes you fucked
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| Till it sinks in, then it slows you up
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| Whether you’re embedded or forget it, you indebted
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| You can never tell when it’s so abrupt
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| People be talking, the evil is scoffing
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| With me in the coffin, I meet with them often
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| I see what they causing, I leave 'em in caution
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| I know that they want to keep me in the margin
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| I’m paying no mind, cause their mind is corrupt
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| I divided it up, have no time to discuss
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| See? |
| I never been trapped by a label
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| So why would I label my music?
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| You blinded as fuck, see?
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| I believe in me, I believe in me
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| Success is all I see, man, it’s all I see
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| I believe in me, I believe in me
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| Success is all I see, man, it’s all on me
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| Me, me, me, me
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| Ain’t tripping off none of these niggas, it’s all about
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| Me, me, me, me
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| Ain’t tripping off none of these bitches, they choosing on
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| Me, me, me, me
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| Ain’t tripping off what they be saying, they waiting on
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| Me, me, me, me
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| My future is all that I see, sheesh
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| I came in the game and I’m making a lane
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| My friends acting strange and they saying I changed
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| The fame that you claim is perception
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| that’s reckless, progression is what I maintain
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| I remade the name that they bang in my state
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| Then I moved to LA, oh my God, they can’t wait
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| To act like they running a city
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| Without me, when you in a place only I can create
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| My girlfriend, I left her, I’m missing her face
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| But how can you cope with this amount of space
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| She knows all these bitches is after this nigga
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| She’s so insecure, I can’t help with the pain
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| She know that I’m making this money
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| I could fly her out, but I bought me a chain
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| And bought me a whip and bought me a studio
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| Swear that my next album gon' be insane, sheesh
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| I believe in me and that’s all I believe
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| I got tunnel vision, promised success is all that I see
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| I know that I can be anything and that’s all I’mma be
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| Seven shows in seven states and I did it all in a week
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| You weak, sending emojis with winks
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| I’m laughing cause you can’t compete, don’t speak
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| All things you don’t know, I’ve been 'round the globe
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| And you barely been on the street, I’m trying to eat
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| Go Micky D’s when I tell you I’m trying to double my cheese
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| If you think you fucking me, I’m like a black girl
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| All I say is «Nigga please.» |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blinded, artist - Locksmith. Album song Lofty Goals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп