| Castles turn into debris I feel like I’ve been here before
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| Shorty took five and lived through it that’s more like a miracle
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| They gon' try to take you down when you get to your pinnacle
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| Some niggas will fall but some just stay up like the spiritual
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| You empty handed with a temper tantrum
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| If God is greed then by all means
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| Trade a silver lining for a silver dollar
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| You’ll get in proper with an Impala
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| With ten toddlers niggas couldn’t stay grounded
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| There’s no humping on this side of town
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| It feel like ego gon' turn to C4
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| And melt this bitch down
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| I’ll probably die an reappear as poor but more important
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| Got the people like a porter
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| Step in port authority woke up and found my soul
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| Now watch him probably pour it
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| I heard I write like a poet
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| Kobe said imma go on tour
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| Rest in peace my nigga
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| How we taking shit for granted
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| When this life is barely even yours
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| And now you vagabond
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| Funny they tagged along
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| Back when you had it all
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| You knocked on heaven’s door
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| And asked them to spare change
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| They only sparing love
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| You probably run away
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| Everything’s temporary
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| And money so temporary
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| And poor is so temporary
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| And new friends so temporary
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| And so is the cemetery
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| And money so temporary
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| And poor is so temporary
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| And new friends so temporary
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| And so is the cemetery
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| Everything is temporary
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| Who are you to judge me now
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| Even when I’m low and weary
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| I’ll get up again somehow
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| Fuck you and your opinions
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| Fuck you and your opinions
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| So many dollars I ran for
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| Low to my due from my landlord
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| Chasing my problems with shots of the vodka
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| Like what am I gonna do?
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| Cause I’m only human they look at my bruises
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| And hit me with captions
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| If only you niggas knew how much I put into
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| Making it happen
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| You be the one in awe
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| I think about it all sometimes
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| Down on my luck I’ve had more than enough
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| But it’s not the end of life
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| Cause everything, everything
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| Everything, everything
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| Everything is temporary
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| Who are you to judge me now
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| Even when I’m low and weary
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| I’ll get up again somehow
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| Fuck you and your opinions
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| Fuck you and your opinions
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| Back against the wall like
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| Getting off the floor like an ollie
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| Left you to pursue the dream I’m sorry
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| Looking at the TV ain’t you sorry
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| I remember being hungry on the Blue Line
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| On my way to do recording
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| Who’d of thought you’d eat when you was starving
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| I’m just starting
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| But already I’m ready to call it quits
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| Then make the same record drop all them hits
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| If that’s what it’s taking to make a name
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| Then consider my new shit anonymous
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| Y’all know what time it is why do they try
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| Not to let us to live up to potential
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| My nigga we’ve been through a lot and I sent you
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| A prayer my Lord and my Savior
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| Let’s celebrate every day that we brave |