| Fell a victim to myself again
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| But who’s gonna help me when
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| I need 'em
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| Pray, they prey on my demise they can smell the scent
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| I’m weak and losing strength
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| I see 'em
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| You think when you’re sinking they won’t let you drown
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| The ones that you trust come and kick while you’re down
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| They stomp you enough you won’t get off the ground
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| Anymore
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| When your worth feels under attack but you won’t flee
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| When a person is shackled and trapped but they broke free
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| Double crossed, get stabbed in your back but you won’t bleed
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| When it all falls flat but you’re back up on both feet
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| In the end, you’re indestructible
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| In the booth of the 214 on stage faking, you thinking it’s all good
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| I was just in a green room
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| Had me crying looking at my lady lying in a pool of her own blood
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| Through a text, cut herself for something that I had done
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| Overseas, but I always get followed by bad luck
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| Bad time, I call on my homie but he ain’t wanna console me
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| Instead he told me that Top of the Line sucked
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| He was buzzed like I was, going on Tech N9ne's bus
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| Trying to fight the TM, I was in the wrong
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| I was sick, had untreated strep throat doctors didn’t catch
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| Had a rash spreading up my arms
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| Spreading up my legs
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| A fever that stayed around for months
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| No days off, trippin, skin crawling in my bunk
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| Of course my voice would be hoarse for these huge crowds
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| I was dying, why the fuck he calling me a drunk
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| Damaging my reputation, need a restoration
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| Had to rest, to put a halt to all my calls
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| My homie think I’m dodging him outta desperation
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| He said he gonna kill himself, it’s all my fault
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| This is deja vu, back in 2014 when I came home broke
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| Eight grand in the hole
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| Had to postpone having kids, owning a home
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| Gonna go through the motion alone 'cause
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| When your worth feels under attack but you won’t flee
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| When a person is shackled and trapped but they broke free
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| Double crossed, get stabbed in your back but you won’t bleed
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| When it all falls flat but you’re back up on both feet
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| In the end, you’re indestructible
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| Get comfortable, love the show
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| Adjust or fold the crutch you hold
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| You trusted those that cut your throat
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| That dug the hole, that stunt your grow
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| Disrupt the flow
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| The 'Net shot like it struck your pole with thunderbolts
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| You cut the flow that sucks you so, you search your soul, the bubble blowin
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| You busted, poke and punch your hoes
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| You couldn’t even walk on my shoe, barely scuffed the sole
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| And play a couple notes
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| Took a shot, smoke a blunt, maybe numb your nose like who cares
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| It’s Rittz, bitch
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| Homie fresh up out of jail, violent environment
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| Tryin' hard to turn his life around and his mindset
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| Never had a nine-to-five, places he applied at
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| Said he wasn’t hiring, he coming out retirement
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| I couldn’t really blame him, hard to rearrange the wiring
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| Hear somebody bring the hotter game that they desiring
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| Entertaining, inquiring, cocaine pirates
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| Risk ain’t whip-whip-whipping like a wire whisk
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| Scars on the skin been surviving in the fire pit
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| Hold on had 3rd degree burns
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| Gotta do your research on the people that you keep around assuming they believe
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| in teamwork
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| Hate to see you coming up, wanna see you reverse
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| Want us in the street curb when you tryna go straight
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| I was trying to throw shade but it never holds weight
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| But I got 'em in my scope, won’t fold, won’t break cause
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| When your worth feels under attack but you won’t flee
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| When a person is shackled and trapped but they broke free
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| Double crossed, get stabbed in your back but you won’t bleed
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| When it all falls flat but you’re back up on both feet
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| In the end, you’re indestructible |