| Natural Disaster
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| Nonetheless
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| I had a dream, a plan
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| That Hov put me with the Roc-A-Fella fam
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| That RZA let me join the Wu-Tang Clan
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| And DJ Premier said I was the emcee of the year
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| Oh yeah, that pay back, hommie
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| Them niggas thought it was sweet and I hit 'em
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| Lil' A$AP Rocky just say that
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| I used to hate that time, man, uh
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| Like Wale up dream, chasin' bout a mil', like Maybach signed me
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| I’m on that growth of livin', I took a oath, I’m different
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| Behold, I could stop the glow from spinnin'
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| I rose like Derrick or flowers you throw to women
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| I’m cold, we ain’t approachin' winter
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| Never sacrifice your soul for glitter
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| Ain’t always what you can afford
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| Black man, just focus, nigga, get it
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| I done seen homeless victims scold their children
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| Dudes switch up on their bros for women, a poet, written
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| These unwritten motion pictures
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| Niggas that think home is prison
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| Get free from parole and then feel alone and distant
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| Now prone to the life they have grown to live in
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| Ain’t it cold my nigga, yeah, yeah
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| Word (Now, listen)
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| I had a dream, a plan
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| That J Dilla produced one of my jams
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| That Big Pun and Big L know who I am
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| Me and Biggie in the booth with Puff
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| Without all of the shiny suits and stuff
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| True enough, bruises, cuts, they go from
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| Me versus you, to you versus us
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| I come from bubble Gooses, Timberland boots with scuffs
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| With niggas who never do enough, do too much
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| Even though I got love for 'em
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| I only trust two niggas, and I’m not one of 'em
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| While my youngins are snorin', if I preach, I’m borin'
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| If I teach, I’m old, and they ignore it
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| If it’s beef, they scroll, lookin' for it
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| If I don’t sell it for cheap, they can’t afford it
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| It’s free, they callin', weed, retarded
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| Weed just fallin' like leaves in August
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| This what I fought for
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| It’s crazy when Fabolous passed me the aux cord
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| And T.I. |
| called my phone, like, «We need to talk more»
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| Shit, I still ain’t feel me
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| I did some songs with Timbaland that he still ain’t send me
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| Still, they envy the goat
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| You pick a price, give me a quote
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| Did you know I woulda never did music without my brother?
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| Did you know I raised my son full time without his mother
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| Okay, then, I then produced a song with Khaled on it
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| And you could ask Lamar, I gave him everything that I owed him
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| Let’s have a moment of silence (Now, listen)
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| I had a dream, a plan
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| I signed to The Diplomats with Cam
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| That I made Baby and Wayne shake hands
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| That Rough Riders and Three 6 Mafia need this album
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| And I’m gone
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| Ayy
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| Let a country cousin, let him talk to 'em once
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| Sy, what happenin'?
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| Uh, I had a dream and a plan
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| That I could swing down while UGK was «Big Pimpin'» and let my door slam
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| Pull up on, go mil'
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| See me a dentist and cop me a grill
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| After the capper I’m crackin' the seal
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| Pull off a Beamer and skrrt, bang
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| Hol' up, for real
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| Geto Boys taught me gotta let my nuts hang
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| Every time my mind went to playin' tricks on me
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| Had to let my trunk bang
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| Music kept me liberated when I felt Outkasted
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| And some of those points from Big Lou help me get past it
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| Type of boy you couldn’t imagine with dragons
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| I’m Biggie with cadence, Pac with passion
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| Could be a king, remembered in time
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| I know what I’m askin'
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| Different than folks who slipped on that black ice
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| Where the Goodie Mob gotta tread light
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| When you on the road, on a late-night tip, like Three 6
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| When the smoke clears, hope you make it home
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| Meet me at the crossroads, you won’t be long, that’s word to bone
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| I had a dream, a plan, all along
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| K.R.I.T.'s here |