| Why canЂ™t yall leave me alone
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| Man seem like everybody be judging me
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| Talking behind my back, faking the smiles then hugging me
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| Pointing fingers hating jealous of my success praying for my downfall
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| CanЂ™t handle me being blessed, naw
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| YouЂ™d rather see me at the bottom of the totem poll
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| Scraping for dollars, on the edge bout to lose control
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| Back on the corner still living in tha projects
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| Still struggling down and out wit no prophets
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| Still driving through the hood in a bucket
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| IЂ™m bout bringing my people over like IЂ™m Harriet Tubman
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| Been through the fire like Kanye West
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| Beat the odds now IЂ™m on shuffles and ipods
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| See most of yall could never reach stature
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| Cuz half of you gangsta rappers is gangsta actors
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| And backstabbers yall got the game backwards
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| But Bone and Darkchild make hits like linebackers
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| Chorus
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| Can I live
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| If you wanna be in my shoes then get in
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| You can talk the talk
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| But ainЂ™t lived the life I live
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| So can I live, thatЂ™s the question, can IЂ¦(2x)
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| I shed blood sweat and tears
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| Been on this grind for years
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| IЂ™m at the top of the charts, no respect from peers
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| I could be the franchise still IЂ™m chastised, spreading ya lies
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| Need to recognize thereЂ™s two sides, my whole life been the underdog
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| Against the odds back still against the wall
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| Fighting to represent in the ring for God
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| Consciously making records for a different cause
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| This crab game keep pulling me down, but like Ron Artest been known to rebound
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| And like Roy Jones IЂ™m pound for pound spitting a different kind of message
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| over platinum sounds
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| Can I, get some love and a little respect
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| Can I, rock ya world without giving ya sex
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| Can I, live in peace man I paid my dues
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| YouЂ™ll never know where I been until ya walked in my shoes
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| IЂ™m in it for the long hall
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| Committed to the end like John Paul
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| IЂ™m trying to make a change, throw stones if IЂ™m wrong
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| If you can do it better, then by all means, shoot for the stars
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| But stop crushing all of my lifeЂ™s dreams, and let me fulfill my destiny and
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| purpose
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| Quit trying to make me feel no good and worthless
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| This life is all a playa got to give, so back up and give me room to breath can
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| I live |