| I’m a hell of a geek with intelligent speech
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| Small time but my skills will embellish my reach
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| Fuck the upscale life and the elegant eats
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| Just a grilled cheese and French fries and tell me it’s cheap
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| Got the flavor of Apollo creed with a plate of collard greens
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| Trying to separate the good and bad from my father’s genes
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| Though the better part of me should bury the past
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| I can’t forget the sweat of the woman that carried his ass
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| She saved and scraped while he was still jobless
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| She gave us faith while he was still godless
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| She made mistakes but still remained modest
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| While he straight escaped while we were unconscious
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| So now I fear nothing except maybe becoming
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| The man that made me and then left like it was nothing
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| A boy shouldn’t ever have to be so grown
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| But when daddy ain’t a daddy, got to be your own
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| I ain’t the kind of man to hold my tongue
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| But sometimes I’m the only one
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| Even if you’ve been where I’m from
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| You’ll never know a soul like khan
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| I might sleep on that gravy train
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| But best believe I’m gonna stay the same
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| And y’all can eat off the weight I gain
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| You’ll never know a soul like khan
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| I throw a penny in the well without wishing
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| In hopes that it floats with another’s ambition
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| I was always told that small change is still change
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| Caked up or broke down, y’all pain is still pain
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| I fall in love as easily as breathing
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| They feel it for a minute, too, but leave me in a season
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| I’ve been dropped in the autumn and frozen out in winter
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| Outgrown in the spring and in summer burnt to cinders
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| I poke my nose where it doesn’t belong
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| In your life, in your speakers, or the front of a thong
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| We all got some skeletons under our lawn
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| And my bones poke out so my shovel’s a song
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| I crack a joke at a sucker’s expense
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| But he’s just another dude trying to cover the rent
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| And who am I to judge I’m a god damned mess
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| But if y’all still listening, I’m god damned blessed
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| I ain’t the kind of man to hold my tongue
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| But sometimes I’m the only one
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| Even if you’ve been where I’m from
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| You’ll never know a soul like khan
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| I might sleep on that gravy train
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| But best believe I’m gonna stay the same
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| And y’all can eat off the weight I gain
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| You’ll never know a soul like khan
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| Thanks to feel |