| Agh! |
| Yo
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| Just get in that, you get in that head space, y’know? |
| Woo!
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| Somebody get the body bags? |
| We gon' put the beats in 'em, nah
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| Put the MCs in 'em, season 'em, put 'em on a beat with me, then I’m eatin' 'em
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| Get away from the table, you rappers ain’t hungry enough, you rappers ain’t
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| hungry like us
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| They talk about me like I’m here, they talk about you like you was, woo!
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| That nurse came into my room, she told me I’m sick in the head
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| I’m in hip-hop's hospital bed, with a pad and a pen and a brace on my neck
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| They told me that I’m never leavin'
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| Why? |
| I am as ill as it gets
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| Any rapper that say that they runnin' the game, I’ma come in they session and
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| cut off they legs, woo!
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| Strap a grenade to my head, pull out the pin, my music is mind blowin'
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| Ain’t nobody do it like I do it
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| You ain’t never been on my level, I got a problem with the way
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| They keep on talkin', and actin' like everybody gonna get it
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| Better sleep with your eyes open
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| You wanna know what I noticed?
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| Look around at my fan base and they ready (I see you!)
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| That last album was heavy (I see you!)
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| That last album was gritty
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| How you gon' match that? |
| Just let me-
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| Do what I do best, you’re better off playin' Russian roulette
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| Than comin' in a booth with me 'cause I get a little bit intense, I’m like, «Who's next?»
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| Y’all better watch it, take a look at where the clock is
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| It’s my time, this ladder of music that I climbed
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| I took the machete, the game isn’t ready
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| Them rappers, they comin' up on me, I cut off the ladder, and I told 'em, «Bye-bye"(Bye-bye)
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| What, you lookin' for a high-five? |
| Nice try! |
| (Woo!)
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| Do not believe everything that you read on the Internet
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| I do not know who your dentist is, but he should clean out your mouth
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| Don’t call me a sellout, that’s something I’ve never been
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| I’ve been through Hell all my life though, but I know what Heaven is
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| Father, forgive me, for I am a sinner, but You gave me music as medicine, woo!
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| And nobody want a problem when they get in my zone, better leave me be!
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| I’m a mean MC, better feed me rappers or feed me beats, agh!
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| Feed me both of 'em, they like, «Nate, what’s it like to be famous?»
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| Hahahahahaha, umm, I’ll let you know if I make it! |
| (Yeah)
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| I wonder what life would be like if I didn’t stick out my neck
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| Two hundred dollars inside of my bank account, woo! |
| I was livin' on that
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| I need some money to pay for my rent, I need some money to pay for my gas
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| I’m not complainin', I’m just bein' honest, I promise that I will not beg for
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| respect, nah!
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| I get so frustrated, take a look at what I’ve created
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| Time is wasting, and I ain’t waiting
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| I’m a doctor with no job, me, I don’t have no patience, I keep pacing-
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| Back and forth, I keep racing
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| You ain’t never been in my book and I got a problem with it, why?
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| 'Cause you actin' like you read my pages
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| I wreck these stages, real talk, better give me space 'cause I am chasing
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| Something they told me that I won’t make it, agh!
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| I’m not famous, I’m just Nathan (Woo!)
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| And I wonder how the world gon' take this
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| They might hate it, but you know anything about me, you know that don’t mean
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| I’m changin'
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| 'Cause you know I’m real with it, don’t care if you feelin' it, I’m feelin' it
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| You don’t like it? |
| Then deal with it
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| And if God ain’t real, real isn’t
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| Used to wonder why I existed, I exist in the world that’s real different
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| And, «What you gon' be when you grow up, Nate?"I doubt they will get it
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| My life is a mess, better watch your step when you step in it, some of this
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| brain is off-limits
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| I’m off in a world you don’t get, 'cause you ain’t ever been in it
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| In ten minutes I still couldn’t explain what’s inside my brain, don’t mess with
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| it
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| I’ve invested a lot of me inside these lines, I’m just protectin' 'em
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| Everybody wanna hear the real version of life, then don’t get so sensitive
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| When I say something a little bit raw, I jot my thoughts and they call it «negative»
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| You wanna know where my heart is? |
| I stand out 'cause I wear my garbage
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| I work my hardest and every time I look into the mirror I don’t forget about
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| where I started, woo!
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| Tell me, what am I doing here?
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| Tell me, what am I doing here?
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| Tell me, what am I, what am I doing? |
| Mmm
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| Tell me, what am I doing here?
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| I said, what am I doing here?
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| Tell me, what am I doing here, if
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| I’m not being real, mmm |