| What you gonna do when you ain’t got anymore friends
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| No more weed, money’s all spent
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| After everything, all you got is you
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| So take care of yourself and do what you gotta do
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| Got two things in this world, that’s my bars and my word
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| Never will they break, fors y’all look concerned
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| I care less about what you saw, what you heard
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| Fake friends, didn’t need 'em, kicked em all to the curb
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| So I focus on me, myself, and my two feet
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| Tryin' to make better decisions and turn a new leaf
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| I’m still a kid, still lookin' for my purpose
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| Suffocated by the world, fightin for the surface
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| Ghaspin' for that breath of fresh air called survival
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| Hopin' that I make it, both hands on the Bible
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| Searchin' for an explanation deeper than life
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| Too many thoughts up in my mind so I ain’t sleepin at night
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| Thinkin' 'bout, if I was gone, would they give a fuck
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| Sometimes I don’t feel like livin' but I ain’t givin' up
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| I tell myself, keep breathin' and get through the day
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| So if you feelin down, I encourage you to do the same
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| Cause this cold world’s only gettin colder
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| Time never stops, so we only gettin older
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| Each day I live, I try to make the best of it
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| Guess it’s up to me but it’s hard not to be a pessimist
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| And all this negativity is clouding my focus
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| I just look the other way and never doubt my emotions
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| I stay down to earth instead of down on the focus
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| I’m that air that you breathe, look around and you’ll notice
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| I’m the voice of the people, gave 'em part of my soul
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| Every day I live through only makes it harder to grow
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| Cause I’ve seen so much tragedy and hatred
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| Bet none of these friends will be glad to see me make it
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| But I remember who loved me before the fans and the fame
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| On one hand, I can count you the names
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| Look, I remember who loved me before the fans and the fame
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| On one hand, I can count you the names
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| What you gonna do when you ain’t got anymore friends
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| No more weed, money’s all spent
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| After everything, all you got is you
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| So take care of yourself and do what you gotta do
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| What you gonna do when you ain’t got anymore friends
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| No more weed, money’s all spent
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| After everything, all you got is you
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| So take care of yourself and do what you gotta do
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| What you gonna do when you ain’t got anymore friends
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| No more weed, money’s all spent
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| After everything, all you got is you
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| So take care of yourself and do what you gotta do
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| Yo, before this shit I never had a best friend
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| Never had a girl that told me she was down till the end
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| Actin' like they love me, but don’t understand my misery
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| None of y’all ever tried to write to me or visit me when I was locked away and
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| needed a shoulder to lean on
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| Taught me all I got is me, and I just need to be strong
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| My so-called friends left me in the dust
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| Till this very day they’re still textin' me, «What's up?»
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| Nobody gave a fuck about my ass a couple years back
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| So don’t be surprised when you call and don’t hear back
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| Don’t take it personal, I’m just handling business
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| Separate myself from the snakes and scandalous bitches
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| Cause I don’t trust a soul and never do I fuck with hoes
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| Cause most of the katts around me in it for the money, yo
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| I ain’t gonna lie, get paid and I want some more but the difference is I’m on
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| my shit, they just want a short cut
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| But that’s only gonna get you cut short
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| Opportunity is knockin', it’s at your front door
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| So, what you gonna do?
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| Take it and make a move or depend on others to put some food on a plate for you
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| When shit hits the fan and you can’t find a way to quit stressin'
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| Everyone you know will leave you in a split second
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| So many friends turned on me for a couple dollars
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| But that’s why I stand alone and only trust my momma
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| Cause when I’m at my worst, nobody knows me
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| But when I’m doin good everyone’s my fuckin homie
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| Don’t blame me for takin care of myself homie. |
| I ain’t selfish, I’m just gettin
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| what I deserve, you know? |
| I worked hard for this shit. |
| I never took no handouts,
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| never asked y’all for nothin homie
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| What you gonna do when you ain’t got anymore friends
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| No more weed, money’s all spent
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| After everything, all you got is you
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| So take care of yourself and do what you gotta do
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| What you gonna do when you ain’t got anymore friends
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| No more weed, money’s all spent
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| After everything, all you got is you
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| So take care of yourself and do what you gotta do |