| I’ll admit, I’m like the Raptors, I got weak first drafts
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| So when I’m dropping a new flow
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| It’s probably not all that solid at first post, you might call it Araujo
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| But ballers improve, yo
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| And in the same way, soon the tunes get better and I polish a Juno
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| Who knows? |
| I might get acknowledged and kudos
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| It’s cool though, long as I keep rocking a few shows
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| Not to model some new clothes, pocket that loot bro
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| I’m still trying to figure tax, stocks, and the loopholes
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| Like where’s the refund, we filed for 'em, deducted from gross
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| Shouldn’t that be taken off the net, like child porn?
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| My smile’s worn off but I ain’t that pissed though
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| I still got cash and I don’t lack distro
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| And if I didn’t I wouldn’t change to go bag fistfuls
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| Of cold green, homie I’m no black Minstrel Show
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| Shad just don’t compromise
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| In this life, yo we just can’t compromise
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| And with our time we just can’t compromise
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| And with these rhymes yo I just can’t compromise
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| Now, we just can’t compromise
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| In this life, yo we just can’t compromise
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| Cause it’s a fight and you just can’t compromise
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| Just don’t compromise
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| I’m feeling like the people’s champ see, my fans greet
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| A brother with hugs, laughs and daps, they don’t yell like banshees
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| Or stampede, women ain’t gotta dress fancy
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| For the man, please, my listeners understand me
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| My fight to go about this right what this stand means
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| It’s more than some grand schemes to hold up a Grammy
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| We fighting in a war that we can’t see
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| My brothers and sisters in this struggle, there’s no fans, we family
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| Same root and branch tree, listen I’m amped, keep
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| Your hearts warm, mine’s on fire and I’m antsy
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| I know it’s so cliche but I’m angry
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| That some can’t eat, meanwhile I’m letting a damn feast
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| Of pastas and canned meats, rot in my pantry
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| Like, Lord please, can we speak on this frankly?
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| Like, God why you letting this happen? |
| Amen
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| He answered, «Son, I’m asking you the same thing
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| Cause you’re supposed to be my servants out there working
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| Like you’re my hands reaching out to those that’s hurting
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| You don’t have long on this Earth and
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| I hope you won’t compromise, I said I hope you won’t compromise»
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| Never gonna give you up
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| Never gonna give you up
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| Stay true to the finish |