| They can never do it for themselves
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| (Tell me)
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| Why the fuck you always ask for help
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| (That's some weak shit)
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| Nobody can say they put us on
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| ('Cause we been)
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| Grinding everyday on our own
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| (Shout out my niggas)
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| Sipping Jamie out the bottle for the stress
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| ('Cause when you’re)
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| Winning shit can turn into a mess
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| (But I got it all)
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| I can never trip I’m a Rexx, niggas dying everyday and I still got breath
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| (War)
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| Looking at the nigga with the juice
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| (Its like)
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| I can never miss it when I shoot
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| (I can’t never miss)
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| They gon' feel it more when its the truth
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| I got eyes on me, trying to watch my moves
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| Got me feeling like a dad right now
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| 'Cause I’m who they come to
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| When there’s no one to run to
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| Got me feeling like a dad right now
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| 'Cause all these niggas my sons
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| Now keep that on the under
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| (Now keep that one the un- girl)
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| But you know what it is though
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| What’s up all my offspring
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| New York got me on my Lauryn Hill shit
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| I’ve been killing them softly on these Adderall
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| The homies come through with a mess of it
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| 'Cause I done seen the Actavis turn niggas into pessimists
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| That’s not my kind of drug
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| But I don’t judge
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| In a year just don’t be where you was
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| I been sucker ducking kisses and hugs
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| Hella problems with trust
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| But this music garners me enough love
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| Shouts to Ari bro you know that’s my guy
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| We would wreck havoc in the last 365
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| To how the shit’s getting live
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| I had a couple people quit on me
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| But down the road to understand
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| Success comes with consistency and wallow in their misery
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| That’s a foreshadowing
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| You got to know that its lit
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| The energy that you pus is what you gon' get
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| I took a risk like a dice roll
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| And bet all my chips
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| Far as advice goes, why would I take what you never lived
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| From small gigs of twenty-something people
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| Shit looking trib
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| To doing festivals with multiple stages
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| Shit come in stages
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| It come with patience
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| Don’t understand people watching and waiting
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| But I’ll give you the game, happy belated
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| Got me feeling like a dad right now
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| 'Cause I’m who they run to
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| When there’s no one to run to
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| Got me feeling like a dad right now
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| 'Cause all these niggas my sons
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| Now keep that on the under
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| (Now keep that one the un- girl)
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| But you know what it is though |