| I paint a smile on my face
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| But my mind’s in a different place
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| They only see the light, but look behind the camera
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| And then you’ll find an answer on the other side
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| Look closer, you will find a message for the dreamer
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| The grass ain’t always greener on the other side
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| I don’t give a f*ck about no rapper, anyone will cap ya
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| Everyone is capable of murder if they have to
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| Anyone can sell drugs, anyone can do time
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| You trivial n*ggas, all you do is confuse crime
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| Rappers are held in such a high regard while we fall
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| It’s 'cause we forget the fans are the reason why we’re stars
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| The fans also are not perfect, keep in mind
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| Not to treat me like a science project and not a person
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| I lend my respect to the game 'cause it teach you wisdom
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| Your friends expect you to change, so they treat you different
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| Through all my fame in my life I have grown
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| If my wife decide that she gone, I might wanna die alone
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| I’ma be honest 'cause every rapper alive
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| Including I, puts a persona up
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| But I promise what you seein' has truly been me
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| But I ain’t 5'9"all the time, sometimes I’m just Ryan — a human being
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| They only see the light, but look behind the camera
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| And then you’ll find an answer on the other side
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| Look closer, you will find a message for the dreamer
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| The grass ain’t always greener on the other side
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| I can’t believe she hopped in homie whip
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| My boo got blinded by the chromy lip
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| And all that dough he get that he would blow and trick
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| On open toes to rock with all the clothes she pick
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| Dim lit restaurants with the Kobe dish
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| Then neck the Moe' he sip
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| Man, you ain’t even like champagne, you little phony b*tch
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| You on homie dick
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| Look at you walking in them heels like they Sauconys b*tch
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| God this is crap, I mean holy sh*t
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| I took you in when you got knocked up
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| Argue with your moms about why I’ma f*ck your pops up
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| Grave yard shift, liftin' a box up, ain’t wanna risk being locked up
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| I just wanted to be a good pops, but
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| You took my son like he was only yours
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| We used to go to war on the phone, you had no remorse
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| You’re cold, your heart shivering
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| You was on an arm of a artist but that’s just women when…
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| They only see the light, but look behind the camera
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| And then you’ll find an answer on the other side
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| Look closer, you will find a message for the dreamer
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| The grass ain’t always greener on the other side
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| Lately I’m somber, my relationship with karma
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| Got me peeling at my skin wishing I was made of armor
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| Shady, I’m honored, thanks for taking in this monster
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| Deeper than this stab wound given by my baby momma
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| Trying to figure if I fear love
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| Or if the devil got him in some type of bear hug that I’m not aware of
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| Just cope, do what works for you
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| I’m prettier inside, trying to be reversible
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| I mean moms never changed, never hurt her view
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| So when she go, so do I, make that hearse for two
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| I feel my heart and I’m reminded it’s cold
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| They say our bodies gon' perish and our spirit should
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| be assigned new trolls
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| So if you was climbing with Joe
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| When it’s my time to go
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| F*ck a funeral, get out there and find my soul
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| Cause alone I’d break
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| I need y’all to help prove that I’m not just God’s lone mistake
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| They only see the light, but look behind the camera
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| And then you’ll find an answer on the other side
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| Look closer, you will find a message for the dreamer
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| The grass ain’t always greener on the other side |