| I’m sick of hearing that I changed up
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| Everybody wanna keep me chained up
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| Check if this a race, if I’m running and you’re walking, I can’t wait up,
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| straight up
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| I feel like I’m the same as when I came up
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| It’s still fuck a record label, still fuck a manager
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| Still do it all with my girl from my home
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| Yeah, I bought some Gucci, but I hardly even wear it
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| I was stoked that after thirty years, I finally wasn’t broke
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| And I don’t like that stuff, the vibe ain’t tough
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| I should go and soak the clothes in gasoline and light that up
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| All these stupid little rappers popping Xanax, bad examples for our children
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| I will never write that, bruh
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| I’m the same man living like I used to
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| Do it for my fans, getting famous off of YouTube
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| Hope they understand I’m only human, didn’t know that making music
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| Will be so fucking confusing, no excuses, that’s the truth, too
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| I will always be the person who I used to be
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| I ain’t wearing diamonds, I ain’t lying 'bout my jewelry
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| Every chain is fake, and all that Gucci isn’t new to me
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| I bought it secondhand so I look cool on your computer screen
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| So I’m tired of being analyzed by fans like they’re scientists
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| And criticized for every single rhyme I spit
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| If you really think I changed, quest my sister 'bout her wedding dress
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| My dad about Nepal or my mom 'bout her appliances
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| They say I sold out, love me poor
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| They don’t fuck with me no more
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| Say I changed up, now they’re bored
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| They miss the way I was before
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| I guess I sold out, they’re mad
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| Gold mouth, Louis bag
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| But everything I was
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| Made me everything I, everything I am
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| Look, I get it, all the criticism verified
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| Spent some years together, now we’re going through a scary time
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| Trust me, if I witnessed my hero been acting different
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| It seemed like he might be switching, I’d be tripping, I’d be terrified
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| But picture this: roach is climbing out the cupboards
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| I was living in the ghetto, borrowed money from my mother
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| I just had a mental breakdown, my girlfriend in the struggle
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| Then I blew up overnight and we were covered
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| We went to Gucci and Louis, moved out the hood to a safe house
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| Started doing things that we dreamed when we laid down
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| Now everybody’s saying that I changed and they hate loud
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| I was tryna show my girl like, «Hey, babe, we’re okay now»
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| Still throw a brick through the window of the lobby
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| Of any record label who tryna stop me
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| Still be the voice of every single lonely person with the story
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| They can’t tell because they never had nobody
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| Still fuck the system and pharma and every whack politician
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| And every triggered millennial too offended to listen
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| I got caught up in tryna show all the haters I did it
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| And I forgot that being Thomas was the promise I’d given
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| I understand why everybody lately saying I changed
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| But I get bored of everything that stays exactly the same
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| I promise that I’ll burn it down with fuel and flames
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| Before I lose myself and become all the things that I hate
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| They say I sold out, love me poor
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| They don’t fuck with me no more
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| Say I changed up, now they’re bored
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| They miss the way I was before
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| I guess I sold out, they’re mad
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| Gold mouth, Louis bag
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| But everything I was
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| Made me everything I, everything I am
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| I learned from my mistakes, I grew up and I changed
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| But I swear I’m still the same
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| I fell along the way so more than I could take
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| But I turned out okay
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| They say I sold out, love me poor
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| They don’t fuck with me no more
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| Say I changed up, now they’re bored
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| They miss the way I was before
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| I guess I sold out, they’re mad
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| Gold mouth, Louis bag
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| But everything I was
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| Made me everything I, everything I am
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| They say I sold out, love me poor
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| They don’t fuck with me no more
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| Say I changed up, now they’re bored
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| They miss the way I was before
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| I guess I sold out, they’re mad
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| Gold mouth, Louis bag
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| But everything I was
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| Made me everything I, everything I am |