| You taught me how to, you taught me how to get it
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| This concrete jungle make a nigga lose faith
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| Forgetting that I’m spinning in space
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| In space, in space, in space, oh
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| They say he fell off his axis, and put me on the blacklist
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| Say I ain’t half as passionate without Marshall Mathers
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| I actually rather be chasin' my own rations
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| Instead of gettin' fractions, pushin' someone else’s establishment
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| Got a heavy track record accurate, never went backwards unless
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| Once or twice I made some wack shit
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| But that’s it, facts spit, come back, and I’m that lit
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| With two fifths and black chick with two lips on my black dick
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| Now everybody wanna adlib, congratulate my hustle
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| Got them stacks all in my duffle, I ain’t braggin' about no couple
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| Baggin' up my bundle, I’m just calculatin' up double
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| Album out, matter of fact, go up-low, uh-oh
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| Nuts so, nigga’s like, «Whassup O', where you’ve been?»
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| Studio, locked in, reinventin' who I’ve been
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| Bingin' off that liquor like I’m 22 once again
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| Face all in that porcelain, poisonin' my organins
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| Still they whispering like Obie you’re not important
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| Ignore ‘em, Obie recording, bring the chorus in
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| See everyday I live is a struggle (Struggle)
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| But it’s okay, you taught me how to hustle (Oh yeah)
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| You taught me how to, you taught me how to get it
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| This concrete jungle make a nigga lose faith
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| Forgetting that I’m spinning in space
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| In space, in space, in space, oh
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| You see the struggle never endin' and long as I’m musicinin'
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| And switchin' positions in this industry, it’s so sickenin'
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| 'Til you simulate the situation I’ve been in
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| Can’t face what O’s been in and brace Obie’s condition
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| We rely on faith, pacin' to get a hit in
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| If grace is forbidden then ace is never hittin'
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| Play my cards right in case you niggas listenin'
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| Erase whatever bullshit you got up in your system
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| Niggas wanna be dissin' him, put him in remission
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| Give a fuck what y’all mention, while you gossip like some bitches
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| I done came out of them trenches (Came out of them trenches)
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| Cocaine and my niggas, slangin' off them benches
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| I’m from Michigan, dividend to sentencin'
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| Ain’t livin' in my senses, you ain’t symptoms, period
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| Question mark, who very smart
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| From where it get dark, veer it off and bought your art
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| Play this part
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| Still they whispering like Obie you’re not important
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| Ignore ‘em, Obie recording, bring the chorus in
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| See everyday I live is a struggle (Struggle)
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| But it’s okay, you taught me how to hustle (Oh yeah)
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| You taught me how to, you taught me how to get it
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| This concrete jungle make a nigga lose faith
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| Forgetting that I’m spinning in space
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| In space, in space, in space, oh
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| I’m back from the dead like Lazarus
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| Couldn’t stand to see a nigga happy, livin' havin' shit
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| Fumigation got those cockroaches out up my cabinets
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| Illuminate, vibrate, pull hammers and handle it
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| And I don’t need your backhanded compliment
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| Fuck with my family, I will kill you like you was confidence
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| Bounce to Miami to operate through different operatives
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| I suffer through heavy heads, hard time and consequence
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| I made my circle tight, got my focus right
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| Shit, if you could change your mind, you can change your life
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| Now anything I want to buy I can buy twice
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| My sons ain’t gotta fight the fights I had to fight
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| This ain’t X, just a better life
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| Better headspace, better outlook on what I sacrifice
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| And I will do it all again if allowed
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| If in the end I feel how I feel right now
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| Money!
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| Still they whispering like Obie you’re not important
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| Ignore ‘em, Obie recording, bring the chorus in
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| See everyday I live is a struggle (Struggle)
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| But it’s okay, you taught me how to hustle (Oh yeah)
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| You taught me how to, you taught me how to get it
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| This concrete jungle make a nigga lose faith
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| Forgetting that I’m spinning in space
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| In space, in space, in space, oh |