| Look this time it’s darker nigga
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| This for the soul
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| Figure this shit out
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| Look
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| It’s hard to handle the tragedy God givin' me
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| I mix revenge with apple juice and Hennessey
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| Combine that with a lost friend and memories
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| And there you have it, create a deadly savage
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| Boy this a story of young’ns who grew up with automatics
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| That made a living with robbin' like Paula Patton, uh
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| See this is what happens when there’s money demand my nigga, shit
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| There’s always money demands brotha
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| I done came from the bottom, stuck to the hustle
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| My niggas like ponytails we came from the struggle
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| Nigga look how I grew
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| My nigga shoulder to shoulder with me like crowded rooms
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| The blessings came raining down like showers do
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| I accept everything God gave me: The good, bad, the ugly
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| Lot of work to show a little growth, the flow’s scruffy
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| So when I’m done I rather say I’m deservin' of it than lucky
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| Reason is standing on his own two
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| I used to be the guy but now I step out, fly
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| That’s Clark Kent in the phone booth
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| Workin' hard to say that I got it
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| Boy, I’m tryna go from Dada to Prada, K-Swiss to Balenciagas
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| We work hard for most, weren’t much given
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| I came up off Fila jackets and lunch tickets
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| Going broke, doing music, the grind harder than shell toes
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| Treat it like velcro, we stuck with it
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| From a bucket getter to a tough spitter
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| I earned blessings to duck bitches
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| Learned lessons, so fuck niggas
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| Niggas speak behind your back
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| Don’t associate if you even gotta ask did he hate
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| That’s Puff dissin'
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| Determination like good pussy, I dug in it
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| And look what came from it
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| It ain’t the best if it ain’t got my fuckin' name on it
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| There you have it |