| It’s the motherfucking god, y’all
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| Y’know who it is
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| Got something for y’all niggas, man
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| You know what I’m saying
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| Y’know I stay cooking, baby
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| You know me, man
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| Never fucking put that pen down, man
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| They say I’m off topic
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| They say I don’t come in peace like other prophets
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| They say I’m not stopping
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| 'Cause life was never an option
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| They say I should stop talking
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| They say the truth is best untold
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| I never saw kid, days is cold
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| I say the truth will set you free, and console
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| They say my flow is getting old
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| I say my story was never told
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| I was told to never fold
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| They say one plus one is two
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| I say one plus one is three
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| That’s the after effects of that girl and me
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| They say it costs to be free
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| I say it’s hard being me
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| I say it’s hard to have to disagree
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| I say it’s hard to face the penalty
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| I say it’s hard to make it to a key
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| I say it’s hard for a G
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| I say it’s hard when every day you being profiled by police
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| I say it’s hard to make it on the streets
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| I say it’s hard for my brothers on the east
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| I say it’s hard getting on the beat
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| I say it’s hard staying from the heat
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| I say it’s hard not to have beef
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| I say it’s hard to make it on the streets
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| I say it’s hard for my brothers on the east
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| I say it’s hard getting on the beat
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| I say it’s hard staying 'way from heat
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| I say it’s hard not to have beef
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| It’s hard not to struggle
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| When your moms gotta work a double
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| It’s hard not to go astray
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| It’s hard to see some people go away
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| It’s hard like every day
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| Often stressing 'bout things that I shouldn’t
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| Tried to change but I couldn’t
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| Rushing to the money like Vladimir Putin
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| It’s hard to keep pushing
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| 'Cause they wanna see me locked up, caught without looking
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| Want my life tooken, it’s hard for a nigga in the bookings
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| I pull up on old friends to catch up
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| They tell me how it’s rough, gotta hustle in the bluff
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| I pull up on my homie’s on Cleveland Ave
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| They tell me how they fucked up and down bad
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| I told 'em hold your head, don’t be on that
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| If you live another day you can’t be all sad
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| If you make it through the day, tomorrows all last
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| I say it’s hard to make it on the streets
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| I say it’s hard for my brothers on the east
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| I say it’s hard getting on the beat
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| I say it’s hard staying 'way from heat
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| I say it’s hard not to have beef
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| I say it’s hard to make it on the streets
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| I say it’s hard for my brothers on the east
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| I say it’s hard getting on the beat
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| I say it’s hard staying 'way from heat
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| I say it’s hard not to have beef |