| The industry got Drake
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| But the streets got me
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| I watch them praise others
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| And then deny me
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| At first i was saying to myself
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| Well why me?
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| And then i thought about it
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| They simply not me
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| Just what I expected
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| How can I accept this?
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| Held my whole city down
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| I’m still not accepted.
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| Maybe I ain’t bright enough
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| Songs ain’t tight enough
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| Full-blooded weirdo
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| Pants ain’t tight enough
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| Going to hard Maino
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| You need to lighten up
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| Never that, Imma speak my mind, keep winding up
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| Black flag wrapped on my face or my billboard
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| Look around, Diddy got a flag on his face y’all
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| Is this reality or my imagination?
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| But n****s really watching me is my evaluation
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| Watching how I move
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| Captivated by the thug in me
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| Studying my music
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| And act like they don’t f**k with me
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| Look at me.
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| Please don’t let these p***y n****s fool you
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| Even if you hate and gotta love me cuz I’m true fool
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| Too real, too hard, put that on my mother dawg
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| Deep down, everybody loves a underdog
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| Even if you hate to admit it, gotta love me
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| Did it by myself, no help, you gotta love me
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| I done made something from nothing, you gotta love me
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| You gotta love me, you know you love me
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| Even if you hate to admit it, gotta love me
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| Did it by myself, no help, you gotta love me
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| I done made something from nothing, you gotta love me
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| You gotta love me, you know you love me
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| If i tell you what’s on my mind, they gone say I’m angry
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| Tell you Imma spaz out, they gone say I’m crazy
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| Should i take it personal?
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| I feel like trying blame me
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| Maybe I should brush it off, just the way the game be
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| Came in this game all black, no mistaking
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| Now hold out on all black
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| I said it, am I hating?
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| Look at all these hypocrites, think that I don’t see this s**t
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| I ain’t in their circle, I be on some different s**t
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| I be on my own, all alone, like an exile
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| Guess I ain’t cool enough to fit in with the in crowd
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| Is he such a bad dude?
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| Look at all his tattoos
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| Heard he got a temple, is it true he like to smack dudes?
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| This what they be asking
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| They whisper while I’m passing
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| Forget that I’m the only New York n***a with the smashes
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| In your eyes you realize you can’t fuck with me
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| I reared up, now you b***h n****s stuck with me
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| Even if you hate to admit it, gotta love me
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| Did it by myself, no help, you gotta love me
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| I done made something from nothing, you gotta love me
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| You gotta love me, you know you love me
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| Even if you hate to admit it, gotta love me
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| Did it by myself, no help, you gotta love me
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| I done made something from nothing, you gotta love me
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| You gotta love me, you know you love me
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| Yeah.
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| The streets got me
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| How can they choose them, and not acknowledge me
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| At first I was saying to myself, well why me?
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| And then I thought about it
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| They simply not me.
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| Just what I expected
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| These n****s got they eye on me
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| They don’t wanna let me in they secret society
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| I can hear the tone in their voice, that they follow me
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| Then they turn around and purposely not acknowledge me
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| You ain’t gotta holla see, cuz you can never stop me
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| Hit you inconsistancy, Imma make you watch me
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| Watch me.
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| Nothing in the world gone make me f**k with you
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| How you really hate me?
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| I’m so so lovable
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| Even if you hate to admit it, gotta love me
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| Did it by myself, no help, you gotta love me
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| I done made something from nothing, you gotta love me
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| Even if you hate to admit it, gotta love me
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| Did it by myself, no help, you gotta love me
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| I done made something from nothing, you gotta love me
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| You gotta love me, you know you love me
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| Ohh. |