| Yeah, ye… spit my gum out right now… haha
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| What up world? |
| Got my inspiration in the studio with me, right… feelin' good
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| Got a lot to smile about, ahaha, talk to y’all niggas… yessur, hey
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| My best friend say I’m bottled up, I need a fucking therapist
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| But I can’t think of nobody I wanna share this with
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| Why should I open up on somebody else’s carelessness…
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| There goes the top, nigga, so here it is
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| Mama workin' all day, Daddy out in the streets
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| Imagine 10 years old full of doubt and defeat
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| Growing up around criminals, with clout and deceit
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| My grandma Loucelle used to tell me, you about what you wheap
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| She used to help me with my homework, addiction-subtraction
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| Added faith to my life and doubt got subtracted
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| Wanna skip ya mind from crying better learn something, son
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| You be beatin' on my couches, why don’t you try hit the drums
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| Look, oo you see me ma
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| They wish they could be me ma
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| As I got better, her body was eaten by Luchimia
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| Seventh grade, it was cursed and sad
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| But the gift within it, was when I first met Chad
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| But even Chad could tell you that my Christmas was jinxed
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| Cause grandma Loucelle died on 12th 19th
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| I can’t help but wonder, what kind of black cloud I was under
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| Cause 15 years later the other died that summer… bummer
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| My best friend told me, you be actin' tough, that’s fine
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| But the weight of the world can really crush one’s mind
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| So let it out P (what), let it out P (what), let it out P (what),
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| let it out P (what).
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| See, you wont even know you hurt sometimes, until you in conversation it comes
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| out in a line so let it
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| out P (what), let it out P (what), let it out P (what), my nigga let it out
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| Aye yo, 10 21 Atlantis drive, nigga was action packed
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| That’s Atlantis appartments, we live in half the back
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| That’s where the 12 year olds there, they be flashing crack
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| And when they shoot you nigga, they ain’t tryna pass it back
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| Aye yo, Diggy, Fleet and Marvian can you imagine that?
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| The place we love the most, the hood was built to smash us flat
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| But I escaped cause I chased, what made me passion that
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| Now I got my skate team and spit these acid raps
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| So many niggas will rise
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| So many them niggas try
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| So many them niggas ended up duck-taped and tied
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| So many them same niggas, man they moms eyes cry
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| So, they just got older, still on the corner with they pride
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| Well let me tell niggas something, I’m so glad you alive
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| Long as you got a breathe, a pulse, nigga strive
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| Divine intervention this is
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| I heard a voice nigga, listen to this
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| Jesus will arrange it, but Jesus wont change it
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| Hold yourself responsible, on yourself you blame it
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| You mad, nigga don’t articulate in Sanskrit,
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| I.E. |
| we best friends, speak best friends language
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| I’m a happy nigga, you can’t approach me in anguish
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| Whoever said anything worth working for would be painless
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| Can’t be mad at the world cause you and your girl ain’t famous
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| Cause you both on bate, BBC and chainless
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| Also your rangless, therefore switch laneless
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| Now you brainless, dangerous, cause you pull out the stainless
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| All of sudden you smart, now you do something hainess
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| First time you get caught, now your ass is famous
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| No longer chainless, and the bus switching lanes is a bad look
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| Yo girl with ya man sellin' laneless, Stop
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| Nigga rewind and reverse slides 3 times
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| Reassess your thinking and trust me it’ll be fine
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| First pitcure your goal, and repeat 'It'll be mine'
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| Or fuck it nigga, just keep imagine killin' me fine
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| Now you, scrunching your face tryna ace attainment
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| When you should be tryna find a place to base your shame, nigga
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| Success is taingeable, don’t wait for fame
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| I thought you would receive it better if I ain’t say ya name
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| You unsure of yourself, sit still and think
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| Review those actions if it fit, put your name in the blank
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| Star Track, is who we are |