| I tried so hard for so long
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| To proceed and prolong
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| All positive thoughts and navigate through the signs in my way
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| But man I feel like I’m lost
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| Was married to the music now it feels like divorce
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| We don’t see eye to eye no more
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| Used to run these streets, we can’t find our stride no more
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| We used to do it so big I’m talking dinosaur
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| Magical moments that can’t be repeated
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| A part of our history that can’t be deleted
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| Through all these battles I’m still undefeated
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| Still a lot of traction though, so I’m properly cleated
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| The everyday man don’t fuck with the leaders
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| That false confidence I see straight through
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| All that drip you hide behind, it’s so taboo
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| The face tattoo, the dreads there too
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| It’s on at you
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| But who am I to speak on it
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| Who died and made me the omen
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| The lead rapper, the showman
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| I bled and left my atonement, I barely shed an emotion
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| But here goes everything
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| Even if you leave forever keep that wedding ring
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| I mean everything I ever gave
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| Rather give you the world than bring you a grave
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| Pull you out of tough times, lead you out that maze
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| And shepherd the slaves
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| Nat Turner of the modern days
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| Revolutionary blue collar thing
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| General style what’s finna go down
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| Live on your streaming service and radio dials
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| Yah this is what’s called poppin' shit
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| There’s no cut on you
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| There’s no cut on you
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| If your feelings get hurt
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| You feeling oh that’s an arrogant mother
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| No this is the truth
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| And the truth hurts |