| I remember back in '98 when I was a teen
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| Gettin' high, makin' paper like a copy machine
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| You wanna know my favorite color then it gotta be green
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| You tryna get up in my head like a lobotomy team
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| You think I’m groggy and mean
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| Lookin' at me like I’m probly a fiend
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| I need to thank God that I’m clean
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| Too many people never made it out and now they pay the piper
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| Livin' a life full of shit like a baby diaper
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| The 'caine made me hyper and a little evil
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| Robbin' neighborhood drug dealers like the shit was legal
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| Your whole team turn into different people
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| My daughter would be turnin' 3
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| What a shame I didn’t get to meet you
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| Never believed I’d be alive today, my mistake
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| The sky is grey, perfect time for me to fly away
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| I’ll never die until the mission complete
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| Feel my career been punished for what I did in the street
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| Now take a walk with me
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| And I’ma give you the truth
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| Lately feel like I should live in the booth
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| Now take a walk with me
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| The world ain’t nothin' but pain
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| Too many years that I been fuckin' insane
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| Now take a walk with me
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| And peep the way that I rhyme
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| Every line I write, I’m takin' my time
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| Now take a walk with me
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| And get to know what I do
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| Every time I flow, show and I prove
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| Now take a walk with me
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| And try to hear me out
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| When the album through then you’ll know what the fuck I’m really bout
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| And I’m dedicated to gettin' on
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| I love my fans, you know I hope that you never forget me when I’m gone
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| A long time I took with every rhyme and beat
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| Mind unique when I’m round the smoke like a fire chief
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| Life of a creep, hear the audio version
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| Our music touch your heart like a cardio surgeon
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| Learn from the pain you’ve overcome
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| Whether you’re old or young
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| Or on the corner hitchhikin' with a broken thumb
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| Hold a gun in bed like Henry Hill
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| I know how empty feel
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| Or doin' dirt, the type of shit that get you killed
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| Kneel in confession, should’ve gone there more
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| Instead of tryna flip them keys like a hardware store
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| Bein' poor kept me hungry, recordin' a rhyme
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| Tryna make that Johnny Cash while I’m walkin' the line
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| Now take a walk with me
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| And I’ma give you the truth
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| Lately feel like I should live in the booth
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| Now take a walk with me
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| The world ain’t nothin' but pain
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| Too many years that I been fuckin' insane
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| Now take a walk with me
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| And peep the way that I rhyme
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| Every line I write, I’m takin' my time
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| Now take a walk with me
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| And get to know what I do
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| Every time I flow, show and I prove
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| Now take a walk with me |