| Don’t let me be, just another one
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| I always told myself, I’ll be here when it’s done
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| I know they don’t believe, but see we just begun
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| Momma I’m growin up, you gotta let me ruuuuuuuuun
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| (Gotta let me run, gotta let me run) Let me ruuuuuuuuun
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| (Gotta let me run, gotta let me run) Let me ruuuuuuuuun
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| (Gotta let me run, gotta let me run) Hey
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| Momma I’m growin up, you gotta let me run
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| I don’t know but I gotta go, gotta go slow, but I gotta go cause I gotta grow
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| The flow got a nigga fall but I gotta show that I got a lot mo' to go,
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| I gotta blow
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| I won’t take no, I don’t think so, hold on strong and no I won’t let go
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| I’m almost there, I know I won’t take long, I look in the rear and it’s a long
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| way home
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| D-d-don't let me be, just another one
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| Momma I’m growin up, run that to your younger son
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| I’m the one when it’s all said and done, let it run to get a gun,
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| the one that’ll blow one
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| The one with the cold stare, niggaz wanna go there, and oh yeah I don’t fear no
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| one
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| Right now Twista-like style, quick to pipe down when usually I fight back
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| Now I’m lookin like wow, I came to learn and my main concern to put the mic down
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| Wow, album number two, how comfortable, last one was for you
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| This one is for you and for frontin niggaz too, comin for you, now what you
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| gon' do?
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| Run away with the moonlight, third eye too bright for me to lose sight
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| And I’m only fuckin with niggaz that move right, can’t rock with a man pants
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| too tight
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| You belong in the blue light, district, this prick take hoe nigga to new height
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| You in the strip club you might, fear a nigga throwin bread no food fight, right
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| Got a style like Ike, the beat is my bitch, I’m wild for the night
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| Soup’s upside your head when I spit it, another DV tell the Feds I did it
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| You on TV with a Red Sox fitted, bet I won’t go near Bed-Stuy with it
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| You know I’m just kiddin, Earth is our turf, I’m the person to say that first
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| in my verse
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| Don’t let me be, just another one
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| Just a statistic when, I’m havin so much fun
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| I’m in the boom-boom room with a poon-poon, lips smellin like perfume,
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| wanna resume soon
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| Put your money where your mouth is, bet you find your honey where my house is
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| I don’t know what I’m runnin from, I don’t know where I’m runnin to
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| Seems your dreams are not comin true, what the fuck are you gonna do?
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| Stop it now? |
| How dumb are you? |
| How many lumps you want, one or two?
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| Your future’s right there in front of you, whatever you do with it is up to you
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| Not for nothin but who the fuck are you? |
| Lot of other people are fucked up too
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| You ain’t the only one who luck’s up boo, life a bitch but you could fuck her
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| too
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| Like I said mami it’s up to you, we don’t do L’s, W’s
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| I’m not comfortable with #2, but it’s up to you, it’s up to YOU! |