| There ain’t much that I ain’t been through
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| I used to sell drugs for a living
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| And even though I changed my career
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| I’m still stuck where I’m living
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| Certain man are livid, don’t wanna see the progression
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| See the professor and wanna teach him a lesson
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| They wanna strip me, their girls wanna see me naked
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| I flow hot but they don’t wanna see me make it
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| It gets deep on these cold streets
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| I always gotta worry bout my old beef
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| Same way I still dance through the bits
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| Jeans still sagging with a half of the piff
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| You wanna see me down
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| If only you could see me now
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| Toe to toe, let’s go, I’ve got no fears
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| Just know that I’ll be here when the smoke clears
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| What can you do to me that I can’t do to you?
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| What do you want me to do for you?
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| What can you do to me that I can’t do to you?
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| What do you want me to do for you?
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| I am completely confused
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| And somewhat amused by the fact
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| That you think anything you could do
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| Or have done to me, I couldn’t do back
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| Eye for an eye, shot for shot
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| You might have, but I’ve not forgotten where I am from fam
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| So don’t bred it if you’re not fam
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| Should probably call you woman cause you’re not man
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| Certain man are telling too much lies
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| Took a shank cause I got too much pride
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| Rather that than kick though, it was a bit close
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| Lucky me, I’m still alive to get dough though
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| I, I see
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| A look in your eyes I’ve seen before, telling me love don’t live no more
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| And you know I see
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| There’s a thin line between love and hate and once you cross it,
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| it’s too late to come back
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| Few people’d tell you that I ain’t shit
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| Still mistaking their jealousy for hatred
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| I wonder if it would’ve changed
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| If it wasn’t for the game, either way I wouldn’t change shit
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| Might give a little, but I take none
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| I am the difference, I ain’t trying to make one
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| Suck out, you think I give a fuck bout
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| When any of these pricks run their mouth?
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| Your speech long, say what you like
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| But take it as a fuck you when I don’t respond
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| So passed, I’m beyond, lickle man be gone
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| Before you’re playing havoc with my ambience |