| Uh, wide awake, I’ve been sleepwalkin'
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| I follow my dreams, stalkin'
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| Supreme awesome, when I reach it I’m goin' Steve Austin
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| That Stone Cold shit the streets talkin'
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| Might smash two cans together, let the beer just leak off 'em
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| I wore my heart on my shirts, then ripped the sleeves off 'em
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| I’m bearin' arms, you niggas need garments
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| Get out the Creek, Dawson
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| Repeat target, won’t let defeat block 'em
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| Elite guard mixed with a street baller
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| Had peeps cross me in the Hine years, watch the ankles my nigga
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| Time heals, audit ya steps, I’m like a minefield
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| How you live is how you define fear
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| That was life talkin' to me when I had the blind ears
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| Now I perform on any platform
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| The knives been keepin' my back warm
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| They start changin', I transform
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| They’ll cry later, I’ll laugh more
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| Ain’t no fadin' this black boy, nah, man I’m remainin' solid
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| Won’t change my logic for any amount of bank deposits
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| So change the topic, I wanna be rich but fame is option
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| Attention seekers all addicted to the same narcotic
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| Some niggas get through trainin' camp but never make the roster
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| Different stories but they tend to share the same synopsis
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| I’m tired of payin' homage
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| If pain is knowledge, no reconcilin', these heinous scholars
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| No shame ya honor
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| We sellin' dope in exchange for dollars
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| Get 50 Cent at 'em and Ghost 'em to remain in Power
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| I’m like the second plane crashin' in the remainin' Tower
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| Life is upon us, thread lightly or spend life as a goner
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| Odell Beckham, they respect him for fightin' his corner
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| Well, can he fall off 'cause fans are demandin' all-star?
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| Or maybe Randy’s war scars’ll turn him to Andy Warhol
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| It’s not a question of can he withstand the onslaught
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| Or rather do we fight for our food or we plan to all starve?
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| I lost money, I lost friends but no lost cause
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| I lost y’all, but ain’t lose faith when you lost yours
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| Cross me and get crossed off
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| You Charles Lee with your boss talk
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| That Child’s Play, no hable
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| When they ride dick and get tossed off
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| Yeah, no disrespect this just part of my poem
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| How does it feel to be the greatest of artists unknown?
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| Pardon my zone, just thinkin' back when my father was home
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| Pickin' on kids 'cause they parents love 'em more than my own
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| Damn, would like to think that, that part of me’s grown
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| The perfect king’ll give his life when he’s guardin' his throne
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| And I’m guardin' my throne
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| It’s a shame what these people’ll say when they hidin' from the truth
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| Why blame the kid that’s bangin' and not who run the youth?
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| Why blame the brother that’s aimin' and not who come to shoot?
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| You gon' blame the nigga that’s hangin'
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| And not who hung the noose?
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| Ex-drug dealer and killer slangin' in front the stoop
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| When the moon’s out we be warrin' call it the run and shoot
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| Smokin' weed, guzzlin' liquor over a 100 proof
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| Shootin' guns, duckin' reporters who only want the scoop
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| Duffle Bag, the God of War, I’m the son of Zeus
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| We ain’t in the same weight class, nigga, like Pun and Snoop
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| From the roots, pissy hallways, buildings and jumpin' roofs
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| Runnin' loose, got the war scars for those who want the proof
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| It’s a shame how this life is stressin' me out
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| Since a baby I was Blue, guess I’m only Destiny’s Child
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| It’s a shame, there’s only been one that’s bless with the style
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| Food for thought, if you lost then I’m givin' recipes out
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| What a shame… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shameful (Intermission) , by - Ransom. Song from the album Greatest Rapper Alive, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп