| You do what you are
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| (You mean you are what you do)
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| No, I mean… you do what you are
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| You’re born with a gift
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| If not that, then you get good at something along the way
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| And what your good at, you don’t take for granted
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| You don’t betray it
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| (What if you do, betray your gift?)
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| Then you betray yourself
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| Don’t sell yourself short
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| That’s a short stroll from selling your soul
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| I recently found myself, it’s time to set some new goals
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| Forget some new clothes, Rolexes and gold, flexing for hoes
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| I’m talking about freeing ya mind 'bout time you let some shit go
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| Post traumatic stress since adolescence
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| I was at war with myself, but that was lessons
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| Those is blessings just to learn from my mistakes and live to tell it,
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| no confession
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| Able to make a stable living off my self expression, I’m guessing
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| My haters didn’t think I manifested
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| When I was trapped in the trap
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| Is how I planned an exit
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| Got to playing with weapons getting that weight off like I’m anorexic
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| On the other hand shit wasn’t right, so I left like I’m ambidextrous
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| I had places in Vegas, Phoenix, Atlanta, Texas
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| Heard people say I’m the greatest, a genius, and a legend
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| They say my insomnia comes from antidepressants
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| Voices telling me grind hard, don’t abandon your message
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| See the game don’t wait for no one
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| You do what you are
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| Whether you are on the top or the bottom 'long as you go get your dolla
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| I ain’t slept right in 14 years, I’m dead serious
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| Finally came face to face with my fears, praying in a mirror
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| Lot of times I just be thinking out loud that way I hear it
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| Lot of rap niggas really be cowards
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| I say they’re weird
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| Portraying and playing roles
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| Ain’t real as they appear
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| Really was in them streets so they feel this shit in they spirit
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| Shots fired, I was shooting and shooting back
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| Where they do that at?
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| Anywhere, anytime, call it on sight
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| Better keep ya gat
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| I was beefin' for 6 months straight
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| I ain’t even rap
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| Never left the Eastside neither
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| No sleep, swear it
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| Took a year to get my bankroll right
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| But never stopped grinding hard, petty, learned my lesson
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| Call it perfect timing
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| Nah, I’m not just rhyming
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| You see the game don’t wait for no one
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| You do what you are
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| Whether you are on the top or the bottom 'long as you go get your dolla |