| Lace up my shoes, kick game for the niggas that need it
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| Hella weeded, elevated, my mind needed to go
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| Huh, let me give 'em some more
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| Terrence, let’s get 'em, what up
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| One time for my nigga
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| One of the main reasons that I grind for the figures
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| The way I do, the way He’d done blessed me
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| You woulda think I done sneezed
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| Down to my knees, I’m Jeez faster than
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| 83s who woulda thought we woulda blow
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| I still remember when a nigga wanted 'em smokes
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| Got down over a pistol, shit became a
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| *beep* was me and him in the kitchen
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| We locked and he got me, it was heavy (fuck)
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| Hit it for the long haul, but I wasn’t ready for them tactics
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| Thought he did me greezy as chap stick
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| Did our thing then we talked, yea on some man shit
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| Responsibility, I was never enhanced with
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| You here to hold it down nigga, that’s it
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| You fucked it off, so you got to handle it
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| A fake nigga woulda left it, but me I respected it
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| Everything ain’t 'bout, you R.I.P. |
| choose your recipe
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| I’m man enough to say that
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| Yea, yea
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| And I’m man enough to say that
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| Yea, yea
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| I ain’t been the same since my first child
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| The tears piled as I tried
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| 13 years later, last week, I just cried
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| Thinkin' about the future
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| How my daughter gonna think Kama Sutra the way
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| Because her father wasn’t there to tell her what to say
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| Or what to do
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| All she know is momma words
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| And momma’s words got daddy curved out the situation
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| Broken calls, broken promises, litigations
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| Done, fucked everything off
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| You still can’t be, after the years of being blind, still can’t see
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| That she using my daughter, to hurt me
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| But I ain’t going nowhere, like true herpes
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| One thing about life, the truth don’t leave
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| And I know where I stand, no budging
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| Who ready to face judgement?
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| I’m man enough to say that
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| Yea, yea
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| And I’m man enough to say that
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| Yea, yea, yea
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| Everyday I’m out fighting with demons
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| Contradicting myself trying to find me a reason to keep going
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| Yea, I done made me a few dollars
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| Fuck some hoes, made a few cities holla
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| Bought a few cars, moved into a few casas
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| But every now and then, God grabbed me by the collar
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| And let me know this ain’t givin' to everybody
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| You been a petty potty on every nigga around
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| Boy, realize you blessed
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| Not many made was able to survive them tests
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| You know how many jealous I supplied with less?
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| I know how when you and your name collide you stressed
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| That’s why you keep shinin', you survived the best
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| You clean shit up, yea defied the mess
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| For those that ain’t got it, you provide the rest
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| Life’s a bitch, so what you menage’d the rest
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| I’ve seen you, so you don’t dare detest
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| Make a legacy, while you lived through flesh
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| C’mon, my bad I’m bitching
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| I’m man enough to say that
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| Yea, yea
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| And I’m man enough to say that
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| Yea, yea, yea |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Man Enough , by - Problem. Song from the album Selfish, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп