| Nothing can stop me
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| Nothing can break me
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| There’s nothing to lose
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| I know they watching
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| I know they shaking
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| I put in my dues
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| Follow my voice and you’ll find it
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| It’s sad but I’m often reminded
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| You get what you give forget or forgive but some are just blinded
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| See everything I did I would dream about
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| Everything I hid to appease was doubt
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| Every instinct to rethink or blink is a chink in your armor where a seed could
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| sprout
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| Some nigga’s seem devout
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| But the fake loyalty I could be without
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| Every goal that I set for myself was a bet for myself
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| No sleep 'til I see this out
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| I came in with nothing, I promise
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| The one thing I had, I was honest
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| I always knew I would see commas
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| Speak from my heart, but be humble and modest
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| As a youth they would shoot in my neighborhood
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| Not hoop, but in bombers
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| Playing while death was upon us
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| Running through Richmond all in my pajamas
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| Rapping my heart out for days
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| Dreaming of moments to hop on the stage
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| Thought I would slip but I got out unscathed
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| Finally felt like I turned a new page
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| Not bad for the young boy
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| Some ployed thinking rap had 'em employed
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| Then void any position I had 'em dissed
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| This is the gist of the uncoy
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| Open up your eyes, there’s a lot to see
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| On top, no apostrophe
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| Nigga’s stay with the cannon like photography
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| Used to want a pot to pee
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| Now I feel like LeBron how I drop the heat
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| Playing and they got defeat
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| You guys high five but it’s not complete
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| Quit acting crazy
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| Rock a nigga like a napping baby
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| I’m the one she snapping lately
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| Hit it one time and I’m Patrick Swayze
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| FA the team, nigga that’s the Navy
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| His and her’s Merz' got the matching 'cedes
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| Purge every word no casted maybe’s
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| Learn what we learn and we pass the statements
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| No further questions, just leave a message
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| But if they leave a message, I’ma leave a death wish
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| I’ma speak from the soul, I don’t need direction
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| I’ma lead feet first, I don’t need protection
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| Other rappers spit sick, I’m disease infected
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| I’mma, unsettling, meddling nuisance
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| Throw you my two cent to give you the blueprint
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| When I do vent, some of you nigga’s will lose it
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| My bad if one of the shoes fit
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| If it fits the bill, then it’s you to blame
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| If you knew what I knew, you would do the same
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| Took my first vacay I made from rap money
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| Nigga’s will act funny but the views insane
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| Not bad for the young dude
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| Some feud thinking rap had him subdued
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| Then view any position I had 'em dissed
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| This is the gist when we come through
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| Open up your eyes, there’s a lot to see |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Epic, artist - Locksmith. Album song The Lock Sessions, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп