| When I left alone
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| Spent a couple hours on my own
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| I called you late night
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| You said you wanna know
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| What we are
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| What we isn’t
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| I gotta duck it, I go off
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| Know we gon make it, we go hard
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| Let’s take it right to when we ended things
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| We never thought that we would ever fall apart
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| Can’t tell me fibs bout, how talents beating all the hard work
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| Coz there been days and nights
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| I felt like this shit might not work
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| I can’t do groupies
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| So many hoes wanna see how the pipe work, light work
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| When I brought dick and food to the table
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| She got excited
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| There’s no hood, in the world that a nigga can’t go
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| Looks like they’ve thrown all my people
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| In the jungle
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| Same struggles
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| They benefiting of the culture
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| I don’t wanna hear about fronting lawyers
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| And still I got my day ones
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| Just to look out for these, for these, for these
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| Vultures, nonsense
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| Can’t paint me as the monster
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| Sponsors, can’t pay enough for a soldier
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| Obvious, couldn’t face up to my audience
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| Black and Aussie
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| Like saucy, bossy
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| Can’t tell me bout nothing
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| Swerving bitches often
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| My enemies watching coz they love me
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| When I left alone
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| Spent a couple days all on my own
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| I called you late night
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| You said wanna know
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| What we aren’t
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| What we isn’t
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| I gotta duck it, I go off
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| Know we go make it, we go hard
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| Let’s take it right to when we ended things
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| We never thought that we would ever fall apart
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| You see the calm, I kill the noise
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| They do the most to fill the void
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| She threw me signs that read I’m all yours
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| Said fuck the love, I want the loyalty
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| You miss my call
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| You never called
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| I’m too persistent for ya
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| Got a soft spot for ya
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| You get suspicious bout us
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| Although I been on the road
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| Just know we been on the go
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| I never been one to fold
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| Couldn’t be that boy went told
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| Can’t cross in nigga in ISO
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| Me and my bitch and my riffle
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| When aunty got me a bible
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| Told me, to read and practice what I’m preaching
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| What we believe in
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| Fuck the system
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| We do not conceive in
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| Tweaking
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| 400 years, and still grieving
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| When I left alone
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| Spent a couple hours on my own
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| I called you late night
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| You said you wanna know
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| What we are
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| What we isn’t
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| I gotta duck it, I go off
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| Know we gon make it, we go hard
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| Let’s take it right to when we ended things
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| We never thought that we would ever fall apart |