| Look, I’ve been tryin' to enjoy the process
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| I write these words, tryin' to fight temptation and spittin' ratchet quotes
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| And picture unsuccessful athlete coachin'
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| I don’t belong here, helpin' niggas that ain’t even half me, boastin'
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| 'Bout how they deal what I never could, I’m past these moments
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| I was told, «Enjoy the process,» 'cause when it’s over
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| Man, that grass keep growin', the clock keeps scrollin'
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| Tryin' to live in this moment, I need to thrive in it (thrive in it)
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| Fuck cannonballin', I’m tryin to dive in it
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| Inspire generations with every line written
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| Give it that new school bounce, stay patient, gotta make sure they fuck with it
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| And sharpen lines like knives, so now it stuck with 'em
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| Feel like the best comin'
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| Too many blessin’s comin' to be stressin' somethin'
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| I take the bad when I’m writin and do some breast reductions
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| It’s so much to get up off my chest, but that’s when I flow best
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| I paint pictures of what they goin' through, these words is art galleries
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| White hoes searchin' for good dick and some salary
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| Black women hopin' you don’t fall in love with Valerie
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| And they wonder why color means so much
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| Like, damn, I ain’t a killer, but don’t push me
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| Pushin' is when my brother get popped over new Js and a hoodie
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| Tryin' to stay strong, my biggest fear is my future son bein' Trayvon
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| Or me Eric Garner, they murder me, then blame him for not havin' a father
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| And now his mother stuck, he go to school while she struggle to keep the
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| fundin' up
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| He miss his dad, no wonder his grades fuckin' up
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| This shit ain’t real (shit ain’t real, shit ain’t real)
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| Look at the state we in
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| Look at the state we in, look at the state we in
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| Look at the state we in
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| Look at the state we in, look at the state we in
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| Look at the state we in
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| Look at the state we in, look at the state we in
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| Look at the state we in
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| Look at the state we in
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| Now I say, «One time for my niggas that be holdin' they own
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| Two times for the independent women that’s strong
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| And three times 'cause she strong enough to be a mother
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| Four times 'cause my niggas made it through a summer»
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| I swear it’s hot out here, look at the state we in
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| Look at the state we in, look at the state we in
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| I swear it’s hot out here, look at the state we in
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| Look at the state we in, look at the state we in
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| Now she either want a nigga so bad 'cause she scared to be alone
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| That she think any nigga is a blessing
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| Or she go out every single night lookin' right, poppin' pussy
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| Then wonder why he never popped the question
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| Swear she’ll climb a mountain for that
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| A family and a ring, she was countin' on that
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| She cryin', emotion spillin', ain’t no Bounty for that
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| You gotta understand, in this state, you ain’t good for another man
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| She climbin' in and out the pain more than Bruh-man
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| Shit, from the fifth floor, came from bein' piss poor
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| All I want is designer shit
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| If it ain’t gold, I don’t want it, that’s the mind I’m in
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| I been a slave to the material things, not really realizin' what material brings
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| A lot of niggas around see future millions and think
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| That I owe 'em somethin', all this work, I don’t owe a nigga nothin',
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| I’ve been slavin', nigga
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| This path that I’m walkin', I swear I paved it, nigga, it’s not a game, my nigga
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| I did all the little things, tryin' to make it bigger
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| And I took care of home first, how the fuck you say you made a nigga?
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| Shit been crazy
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| And this the state I see, losin' legends, R.I.P. |
| to the great Ali
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| Who got it shakin', even in politics
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| Just think of Magic, who knew a no-look pass could cure HIV?
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| That’s real (that's real)
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| Look at the state we in
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| Look at the state we in, look at the state we in
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| Look at the state we in
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| Look at the state we in, look at the state we in
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| Look at the state we in
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| Look at the state we in, look at the state we in
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| Look at the state we in
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| Look at the state we in
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| Now I say, «One time for my niggas that be holdin' they own
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| Two times for the independent women that’s strong
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| And three times 'cause she strong enough to be a mother
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| Four times 'cause my niggas made it through a summer»
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| It’s been hot outside
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| Rest in peace to all my niggas
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| Yeah |