| Yeah
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| Soulful, soulful
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| Yeah-yeah
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| Yeah-yeah
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| Look, she just wanna be a artist
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| She just wanna be a artist
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| She just wanna be a artist
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| But shit a little difficult walking with a vagina
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| Gotta find a manager that wanna get behind her
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| Without tryna get behind her, impossible
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| Know she can make it, believe it with every follicle
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| But not giving up pussy could be a obstacle
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| Look, she just wanna be an artist
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| Go bar-to-bar with your favorite rapper
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| Lines doper than your favorite trapper
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| But who gives a fuck? |
| Bitch, we wanna see you shake somethin'
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| Ain’t havin' surgery, ain’t tryna fake nothin'
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| Huh, good luck, boo, now you stuck too
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| Her talent could kill all of your weapons real
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| But we ain’t listenin' to shit without the sex appeal
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| I had a convo with Layla, sharing some of her wisdom with me
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| Came to kick it with me, talent, she wasn’t missing any
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| Lady 'Pac and Biggie, but still underrated
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| It’s like we all know the game, but still gotta play it
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| Look, nigga, she just wanna be a artist
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| But that shit feel impossible
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| Know she can make it with every follicle
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| But not giving up pussy could be your greatest fucking obstacle
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| That’s real
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| Don’t you fall, don’t you fall, don’t you fall
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| Don’t you fall, don’t you fall, don’t you fall
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| Don’t you fall, don’t you fall, don’t you fall
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| Don’t you fall, don’t you fall, don’t you fall
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| Look, he just wanna be a artist
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| But where you from, nigga? |
| Who you bang with? |
| (Right)
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| Where your guns, nigga? |
| Who you hang with? |
| (Right)
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| Oh, you woke, huh? |
| Fuck that lame shit
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| You just another nigga, put some murder on
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| Do your dance, nigga (Hey), get your Shmurda on (Hey)
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| Huh, we need these young kids to follow in your steps
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| We gon' walk you to your grave and celebrate your death
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| Look, you said you wanna be an artist
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| Well, we gon' turn you to an addict
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| Get rid of the niggas that you got on with
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| Then give you the tools to dig your own shit
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| Surround you with some wack niggas
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| Some yes men that’s gon' tell you that your raps iller
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| A couple cars, some jewelry, make your stacks bigger
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| Then one day you could become the next Mac Miller
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| Here’s your chance, nigga, sign here
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| Don’t you fall, don’t you fall, don’t you fall
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| Don’t you fall, don’t you fall, don’t you fall (Yeah, yeah)
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| Don’t you fall, don’t you fall, don’t you fall (Don't you fall)
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| Don’t you fall, don’t you fall, don’t you fall
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| I wish I could change it
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| My soul getting dangerous
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| I wanna be famous, ooh-ooh
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| I wish I could change it
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| We all want the same shit
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| Just wanna be famous, ooh-ooh
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| I know my demons never change
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| I know my heart should stay the same
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| Said I would never sell my soul
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| But I can’t seem to find the way
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| I wish my dreams could wake me up
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| But all these demons never change
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| Said I would never sell my soul
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| I pray that never ever change
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| Don’t you fall |