| Even before the savings and money wasn’t in pockets
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| I ain’t never give up or run away from my problems
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| Now they see me smilin' and money that’s in my wallet
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| And wanna know what I been doin' since I been outta college
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| I been gettin' knowledge, tryna get these
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| Drivin' up and down the road puttin' on this mileage
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| Harder when you coloured and you tryna get these dollas
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| Even when you graduated from a white man’s college
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| Got my own logic, probly think I’m Amish
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| My watch is presidential I be looking kinda Obamish
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| And I’mma keep rhymin' don’t care 'bout what the time is
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| From top ramen to dinin' in Saint Thomas
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| Drinkin' wine and chillin' with some of the finest
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| You ever seen, some be resemblin' Pocahontas
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| To suffer made me tougher now I owe it to all
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| My sisters and brothers to everybody with a dream I love ya God willin'
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| Keep rocking it, over beats that’s oxy
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| General over he who knocks thee
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| Not even in my proxy hoes jock me
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| Critics box I’m not Rocky not likely
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| Eyes wide open I will not sleep they will not Goldilocks me |
| The rhythm’s got me all topsy tiltin' my head slightly to the side
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| Cocked jocked and to the beat I got rhythm
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| And God willin' they’ll nod with us
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| Those who do not feel us know that I ride wit cha
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| God willin'
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| All fall on hard times, my fall back is hard rhymes
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| Walk that hard line that’s all mine, it’s all fine
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| Still grind with the patience of a sniper on post
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| Got ghost for a minute, still got hope while I’m in it
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| God willin'
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| Yo, caught up with my man the other day he told me
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| Look son, tell em how you feel but I’m not ready yet
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| I’m self loathing, composed of what I know you know
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| Too much pain means pleasure for my enemies
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| Please, I breathe seeds I can reap
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| Not seeds I can keep on support from the outside
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| Build a family and a plan to keep my name
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| Living on, insane with the song, insane with that long
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| Live rap quotation
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| Take a wrong turn, they say money talks, stay silent
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| Let the conversation pass by deaf ears
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| Bell tone, bell tone I got em on my wall
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| Fuck titles, the legacy is what I aim for |
| Score, no award, just workin' for the people
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| We’re equal in the eyes of God
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| Even a job got downfalls you never knew
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| But a rapper’s life, mirror art gotta push through
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| I do it for my last name, do it like my last game was last night
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| And still I write for the fast lane drivers on the belt line
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| Who tryna cope, tie a knot with that rope
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| Hang tough and get close to your maker
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| Don’t let the autopsy give your people hope
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| And God willin' stay strong and keep goin' on… |