| Imma get it right now, whenever will I give up?
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| Probably this is two for thoughts, you better fill up
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| I’m coming in strong, but this song ain’t very long
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| So I gotta make you understand before the beat is gone
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| Homie you are not alone, we are in the zone
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| We are in the matrix, pullin' that fake shit
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| Make you want to grab the gat and go apeshit
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| Living in a world of lies, I can’t take it
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| Needed someone to save me, needed someone the hug me
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| Needed the whole world, but nobody would love me
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| Gotta learn finesse to put a one above me
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| Gotta learn finesse to put a one above me
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| I said I can’t take it, I know I’m gonna make it
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| I know I’m not normal, but I gotta fake it
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| I swear I’m not cocky, I think I’m just confident
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| That when I step on the stage I am dominant, and I’m begging
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| Baby, you-u-u, put your loving hands out, baby
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| Baby, you-u-u, put your loving hands out, darling
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| I’m sick of living in the dark, so I’m heading for the light
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| Feeling like I’m in a fight, every single time I write
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| 'Cause I gotta make sure that they hear me right
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| Tell me I couldn’t do it
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| So when I pick up the mic I gotta kill it with something so real that when they
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| hear it they can feel into my soul
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| Lyrical cocaine, yeah homie, I gotta blow
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| But first they gotta know who I am
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| So I’m begging for recognition on a mission just to do it big
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| 'Cause I ain’t new to this, I’m true to this
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| Thinking imma stand up and roll out, homie that’s ludicrous
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| Not here to play no games
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| I’m here to stay and make a change and made your way so fine by me
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| Up in a studio for days and days
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| Spitting out these razor blades, don’t wanna place no blame
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| But without you, I couldn’t get to where I’m heading
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| So everybody, I’m begging
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| Baby, you-u-u, put your loving hand out, baby
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| Baby, you-u-u, put your loving hand out, darling
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| (Yeah, yeah) I said this is my path, don’t mess with me
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| I didn’t choose this life, it was destiny
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| Got' test in me to find the best in me
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| I know I’m gonna make it even without a degree
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| 'Cause the test scores don’t mean shit to me
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| And when you said that I was done that didn’t get to me
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| So now I’m begging, public, masses, please
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| I’m way to proud to get down on my knees
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| But I’m begging, put me on a level
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| Fuck Illuminati, that’s words of the Devil
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| 'Cause I ain’t about that, I just wanna love
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| I just wanna grow, I just wanna learn
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| The passion and the verse, to write this music
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| I’m so late that I just might lose it
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| But don’t ever confuse it, that’s not so worth it
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| I just want to help it out, not hurt it
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| Been asked for my style, I don’t know how to word it
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| Why do you even have to categorize me?
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| Freakin' let 'em hate, let 'em all despise me
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| 'Cause I’m gonna take this, fill it up, and make this something that the whole
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| world could not imagine
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| Let alone fathom, I’m from another planet
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| I swear I’m not manic, listen to me damn it,
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| My future is in your hands and so I’m begging
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| Baby, you-u-u, put your loving hand out, baby
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| Baby, you-u-u, put your loving hand out, darling
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| Baby, you-u-u, put your loving hand out, baby
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| Baby, you-u-u, put your loving hand out, darling |