| Speak to inspire, built to destroy
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| I was placed in a situation that seeded me, not a matter of choice
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| Although I wanna give up, gotta live for the fam
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| Gotta look out for all my niggas, yeah, gotta meet the demands
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| And the people who need a reason to wake, my soul I take to give to you before
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| I meet the mans
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| I can see this wrist, now bigger than a slit wrist
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| Man, I sware I can’t aford to slip up
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| Got my shoes tied, when the game’s tied
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| Will I stay in neutral, will I hit clutch
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| These are questions I ask, if I’m the man to be
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| Standin the test of time, a testamint the type that’ll test standards
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| Texin like Tony Danza, I’m livin free, so excuse my manners
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| Excuse my french, but fuck your standards
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| I don’t live in it, I’m infinat
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| I don’t have limmits, I don’t flex, and I don’t do gimics
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| I guess what I’m sayin, I say for myself, I say for my health
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| I’m facing my fears, simple alleviation to pain
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| This one here for my thugs, I finally made it out the mud
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| Sick of people seein this love
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| And they don’t even know what that was
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| That’s all that been on my mind
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| Why the fuck is everyone lying
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| Fuck you niggas up, with mine
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| I’m guessin I’m gettin older with time
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| Gettin older, but still in my prime
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| Fuck it, I have a toast, I’m a voice of the struggle, those who feel it the most
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| Better the host, never brag, never boste
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| Gettin I’m holy, never leavin my post
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| Before my brother’s homicide, the pain was never so close
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| Sometimes, I wish I could talk with him, his ghost
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| Maybe it was a wake-up call, no one tells me get more sleeping pills,
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| another dose
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| Gettin this money, leave me alone
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| Before I have niggas pop up on you, just to pull up in something you ain’t seen
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| before
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| We learkin, watchin where you’re standin, stay out or lane
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| Gotta feed my kids, so they kids grow
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| 4 clips for this 4 4, just tryna go
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| Know what niggas thinkin, but I ain’t no hoe
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| Survivin, until I’m sober
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| That’s word to Pac, and all them hustlers
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| Never met him, but I wish I could’ve brought him something, alive
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| So we could fuck over the world, cookin and ridin
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| I go to the safe, while you niggas in hidin
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| Better feel what I spit, the truth on this shit, fuck nigga, get the fuck off
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| my dick
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| I’m solid like bricks, I hit you where it can’t be fixed
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| Once I start, I ain’t goin end till you sleep in the ditch
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| This one here for my thugs, I finally made it out the mud
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| Sick of people seein this love
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| And they don’t even know what that was
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| That’s all that been on my mind
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| Why the fuck is everyone lying
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| Fuck you niggas up, with mine
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| I’m guessin I’m gettin older with time |