| In my rearview, fast living & fast women
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| That I went thru like underwear & dirty linens
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| I adhered to the ways of a playa, wanna pimping
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| Breaking curfews and hearts, spilt’em like partitions
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| I know… so cold…
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| Taught to never love’em, yet we act like hoes
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| See I chose… to grow…
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| But if I stayed the same would more records be sold (hmmm)
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| They love it when you don’t love’em & abuse’em
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| Like when you fuck’em and dump’em its just amusement
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| Sick to me you get more publicity when you’re coonin'
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| Yet question your authenticity when your judgement is prudent
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| That’s that bullshit… I’m past that
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| Just watch’em how they bend and run quicker than half backs
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| Y’all would make your ass clap for a check from ASCAP
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| ‘Til your ass capped, never me dog can have that! | 
| There is…
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| No turning back today
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| Never backwards, forward we go
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| Go… go… go… gone!
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| Onward, Upwards
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| Why look back, my bags packed
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| Thought I was nuts but when I try to dip… they on the sack
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| I hush the fuss, watch my six, know the time
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| My hats off to haters while staying on they mind
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| My crime is trying to grow while stay true
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| While they rather love those selling them short. | 
| Disgraceful
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| They telling tall tales, them stories ain’t you
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| Keep building like I own it, plenty walls to break through
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| And I can’t stop they can’t hold me
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| But people talk like they know me
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| But they so weak they don’t know themselves
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| Trying to confine me to their hell
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| But um… I ain’t dumbing down to make you feel comfortable
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| And I ain’t slowing down so you can catch up my dude
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| You live for the lie you don’t really want the truth
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| I don’t change for fear my dear, nor a buck two… or a G or 3
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| No turning back today
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| Never backwards, forward we go
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| Go… go… go… gone!
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| My friend… is sadly long gone
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| I wish… we could make some songs
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| Or hit… the town and break bread
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| For kicks… I’m here missing you instead
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| Watching these clowns bite your style and use your image
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| Meanwhile they barely gave you your props when you were living
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| I doubt your family’s getting a check it got me livid
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| Mispronounce your name then act like they knew what you intended
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| This isn’t for the authentic it’s meant for the hypocritical
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| Who diss the dude who spit for you in since the very beginning
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| Though our bond fractured, was still sought after
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| They want more classics, I want more laughter
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| And I could hit them with unreleased material
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| Since your so-called fans think my solo work is trivial
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| Unless it’s me & you but where’s the honor in that
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| When most of it was subpar or we thought it was wack
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| Probably be overjoyed if I bought a few tracks
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| You didn’t finished then distribute them all over the map
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| That’s what they’re hoping but I’ll never fuck you over like that
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| I’ll forever honor your memory but there’s no turning back
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| No turning back today
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| Never backwards, forward we go
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| Go… go… go… gone! |