| Yeah, rest in peace to my brothers, hope it ain’t me next
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| Niggas, they talkin' on me, just a bunch of rejects
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| Look, I told you in 2012, «Keep a small circle»
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| Now I’m learning the people closest, they’ll all hurt you, uh
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| So I stopped trying to understand
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| Or maybe, I got sick of holding other people’s hands
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| But, shout out to the family, and, shout out to the fans
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| And, shout out to my lawyer for executing these plans
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| Niggas get complacent then get mad when they replaced
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| I need you for the energy, I need you for the hate
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| You and I are not the same, I found out you a snake
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| Thought that we was family, but you cannot relate, yeah
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| I know they tryna get at me, hopin' karma would catch me
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| Thought that you had my back, turned around, found out you stabbed me
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| That’s why it’s hard for me to love somebody
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| And they wonder why I never fuckin' trust nobody
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| 'Cause I’m, over you niggas, I disowned all you niggas
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| I paid the motherfuckin' rent and used to home all you niggas
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| Paid for the groceries and put food on the stove for you niggas
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| Funny, I’m rich without you, almost went broke for you niggas
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| But why am I the only one to never leave and forgive?
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| Why am I the lonely one to always deal with this shit?
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| I’m so tired, I can’t take it, I can’t fake it
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| I’m makin' sure the album is perfect, no time wasted
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| Domino effect, chain reaction I see 'em leavin' now
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| Changin' like seasons now, they use me and I see it now
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| They say the fakest people the ones that you be around
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| Gave 'em everythin' that they wanted, so they don’t need me now
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| Fuck it, that’s my mistake
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| I see 'em tryna hate
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| I’m in the studio daily, bitch I ain’t got no brakes
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| I had a girl, you might’ve heard, but that got in the way
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| And I would have all these friends, if I begged them to stay
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| Yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| They tried to take me down, but it’s Yours Truly, and I’ll never forfeit
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| Now I just think back to the days before I made the Forbes list
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| When I was ridin' down your block on the Honda Accord shit
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| No money in my pockets, I couldn’t afford shit
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| But shout out to EG for settin' up the plays, and
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| Shout out to 6ix, for being there when I’m wasted
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| Shout out G-Eazy for our last conversation
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| If it wasn’t for him, I’d be hanging in the basement
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| Anthro in the stu', loadin' the beat up
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| Coffin in the cut, getting' faded, rollin' the weed up
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| They try to imitate what we doing, they’ll never be us
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| Yours Truly 'til the day I die, fuck who don’t need us
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| Southern California hustler, raised from the dirt, uh
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| Shout out to my mama, 'cause she always put me first
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| Rest in peace to Nipsey Hussle, he showed me my worth
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| When Kobe passed away, I swear to God, I felt the earth just
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| Stop for a minute, I was lost for a minute
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| Prayed to God, and I swear I heard him talk for a minute
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| He told me, «Pray for my enemies, 'cause they ain’t so different»
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| And he told me «Pray for the world, 'cause all of us in it,» yeah
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| 4 A.M. |
| drives in the streets that I used to sleep in
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| I see a couple faces of people that’s in the deep end
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| Drownin', partyin' nightly, Monday through weekends
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| While I be in the studio workin' late while they sleep in
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| But really, I started rappin' to help the fam' out
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| Now I drop a hoodie, my city they come and camp out
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| Used to sit in my bucket, dreamin' how shit would pan out
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| Now she say she miss me, I pull up and pull the Lamb' out
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| Album almost done, and I’m stressin' locked in my room
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| I really came from nothing my nigga, how can I lose?
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| I wrote this song for anyone hurtin', this one’s for you
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| All you need to know is With Love 2's coming soon
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| Yours Truly, yeah |