| Yeah, yeah
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| When honesty lies, apologies die, so
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| Elephant in the room
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| He said you got your eyes wide shut, uh, pride high up, uh
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| Beef come quick, uh, five guys rushed
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| They caught me at the light, like, «My, my, look
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| At what we got here, just another nigga that made it out»
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| But still you not there, uh
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| Look at all you got, nigga, but family ain’t got theirs
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| You claimin' you top tier, but your wallet got fears of
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| Becomin' empty like that soul you claim you got there, uh
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| Lost in that combat, wonder where your mind at
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| Look, let’s be real, don’t even know what’s in your contract
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| Hired another nigga to look upon that
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| Shit, that’s your nigga, right? |
| Well, shit, I hope it is
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| 'Cause now you spillin' hearts, so now they know your biz'
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| See, you a star now, and you’ve been growin' big
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| Still tryna grow yourself, but now you’re moldin' kids
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| You tell 'em quit they job, showed 'em what soulful is
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| But he ain’t got the talent, nah, nigga, focus here
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| You told that nigga follow dreams and he could grow it big
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| Just told him he’d be independent, knowin' no one is
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| So, yeah, y’all give him hope, but y’all don’t say too much
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| It’s like you show him dreams, but you can’t wake him up
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| I just wonder what you lookin' at while you take a look in my eyes
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| I just wonder what I’m lookin' at when I take a look in those skies
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| Windows cry, windows cry
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| Windows cry, yeah, yeah, look, windows cry
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| Prayed to be gifted and got it from rappin', ain’t that ironic?
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| Discussin' deals with white women and vodka tonics, uh
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| Like who are you, nigga? |
| Oh, you different, different
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| Oh, you gifted, gifted, then let’s go back to your contract
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| Nigga, listen, listen, paranoia lifted
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| Look, you so fuckin' clueless, let’s break it down
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| You signed a paper to get rid of your niggas, now you got strangers
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| At the worst fuckin' moment you could 'cause your life is changin'
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| You heard the stories of labels puttin' artists in danger
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| Use 'em up for hits, never pay 'em and then replace 'em
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| And now you’re steppin' into unfamilar situations
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| Of a label that’s like family but adopted you for paper
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| While you tryna be the greatest and pursue your vison
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| You call and get the voicemail, nigga, who gon' listen?
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| They only care about the money, nigga, screw your vision
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| This shit’s so fuckin' screwed up, now you screwed up in it
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| They got you sittin' on the bench, you gon' lose your listens
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| You gon' hurt your fans, you gon' lose your mentions
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| You tryna grow as big as Dot, tryna move your image
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| Now you got Dave pushin' buttons and he grew up with him
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| What’s his motive, nigga? |
| Can’t never trust him
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| They make Ali mix your vocals, nigga, without discussion
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| This shit crazy, you so hopeless, nigga
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| You got Top’s son as one of your managers
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| And you barely even know this nigga
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| If you and Top get in some shit, who he ridin' for?
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| Who he slidin' for? |
| Wait, wait, they comin', shh, shh
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| Let’s keep it quiet, low, can’t let 'em know you doubtin'
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| They’ll take offense and say you’re spoiled, «REASON always poutin'»
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| You gotta trust the process, days slowly countin'
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| Where your music at? |
| Where you been, nigga?
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| I’m just hopin' all these thoughts don’t turn reality
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| Hope September 12th don’t turn into my casualty
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| Windows cry
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| I just wonder what you lookin' at while you take a look in my eyes
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| I just wonder what I’m lookin' at when I take a look in those skies
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| Windows cry, windows cry
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| Windows cry
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