| But they will never understand what my pain is
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| I told my dawgs we gon' be good, no matter the situation
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| I heard some people say I changed ever since I made it
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| But they same ones on my line when they need something from mine
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| That’s why they calls get declined, I don’t need the fakin'
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| I’m done with doin' favors, I’m done with doin' fake shit
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| I’m done with fuckin' with these bitches, all they do is play me
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| I’m done with dealing with the pain, I’m out here, getting faded
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| Then retail therapy, I walk in and I buy the latest
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| I know this why they hate me
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| I know this why they mad, seventeen and in my bag
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| Got it out the mud, they said I wouldn’t, always knew I can
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| I hear all the rumors, but I can’t pay attention to that
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| My foot on the gas, in this 'Rari, I might fuckin' crash
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| I told my mama that we good, no matter the situation (Oh, oh)
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| Big crib in California, where I’m situated (Woah, woah, woah)
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| And everybody think it’s cool because I’m rich and famous (Oh)
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| But they will never understand what my pain is (Woah, woah, woah)
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| I told my dawgs we gon' be good, no matter the situation
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| I heard some people say I changed ever since I made it
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| But they same ones on my line when they need something from mine
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| That’s why they calls get declined, I don’t need the fakin' |