| Tryna get through the meter’s time
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| And admission to survival
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| It’s hard to clear my mind
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| And it’s hard to leave them drugs all behind
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| When your stress level up constant
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| Sobriety’s a struggle and the real good
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| Women’s hard to find
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| And it’s hard to get a job, uh
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| Leanin on this bible
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| Still ain’t payin tides, though
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| Tired of being sidekick to hardship
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| Grew heartless
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| My enemies exposed
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| These poster copies of vacant rolls
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| Cuz when the curtain close and they reveal they self
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| They got some shit to hide, wanna kill they self
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| They wanna paint the wall with a nine to they dome
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| Won’t stay for long cuz they weak, play it smart to get ya paper long
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| I got a gang of dogs, my (?)
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| Where every (?) is a sicko
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| But if the streets raised him, that’ll erase him quicker
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| Than rottin' away in prison
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| Or findin' a pot to piss in
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| Part of the problem, who can I blame?
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| I blame it on the streets, like preach to him
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| Colors’ll leave a stain, what have we come across?
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| Oh yeah, aye
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| Room full of critics
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| No more room on my dick
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| I’m tunnel vision
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| Keep a foot on all these niggas and they women in submission
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| The mirror man is always lookin' for somebody he can Peter Pan
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| And slice and dice yo ass right out them skinny jeans you wear
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| I’m lookin for somebody in the crowd, or the family
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| Are you down? |
| Cuz if i pen it it’s surroun
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| Haters surroundin' ya spirit till you bow like «I dig it»
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| Right
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| Too freed up for commitment
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| And too cheap so we don’t spend shit on no collar
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| Ain’t no slave unless a 40 million dollar holla
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| Livin' for tomorrow and it’s
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| No harm, no foul
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| Stay in line, no out of bounds
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| And we can dance all night long
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| Turn off your phone and take a load off
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| No harm, no foul
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| Do I stay in the house or get a paper route?
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| How many made it out the town?
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| Filled with invisible blacks around like I’m in the school after caps and gowns
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| I’m a criminal due to lack of hours
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| Plot on killin' you to ensure the power
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| What have we come across?
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| Oh yeah, a room full of women
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| No more room, on my dick
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| I’m tunnel vision
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| Keep a foot on all these niggas and they women in submission
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| Don’t you forget it
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| No harm, no foul
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| And that’s until you push me to a limit
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| I’m not afraid to lay you down
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| You introverted and to some
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| You troubled girl
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| Flirtatious one, (?)
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| Don’t get involved
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| You introverted and to some
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| Flirtatious one
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| That’s why I came, that’s why I rang ya bell
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| This many times, I can’t explain why
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| Been losin' my mind, product of your rage
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| You need help and I ain’t judgin'
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| Your confidence deflate throughout the day, but know I love ya
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| Everyday’s a weight
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| My shoulder’s shruggin' and I tug it while I suffer through depression
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| And everyone I’m close with get the most of my aggression
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| Forgive me
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| As I travel through the city reflective to those who pity
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| Nobody feel sorry
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| ‘Cause anybody that frowns is a target
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| Nobody feel the need to lend a hand
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| When I’m jammed and the car won’t start up
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| Pissed like I never should’ve bought it
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| I get out to push the whip while your life’s a carpool
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| I never had it easy
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| I never had it marbles
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| Marbles
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| Imma lose my mind if I want to
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| Swarmed in, stomp you out on the curb
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| 'Cause I’m goin' through
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| Harmful words get exchanged
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| When you goin' through
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| Warned you first now my knuckles on the (?)
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| Kickin' up dirt when I peel out
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| The wheels smell like ribs (?)
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| Starin' out the window with a grin
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| Like I’m finna fuck the world, ditch the kid like my father
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| Funny, though he lives in our apartment
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| And ‘cause I grew up lookin' up to mama
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| ‘Cause i grew up ventin' at my granny house
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| Sleepin' on my granny couch
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| ‘Till she take a side, I’m thinkin' «Why I’m cussin Granny out?»
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| I’ve been tryna die, really
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| Cop lights flashin' out the window
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| Eyes dilate
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| No harm, no foul
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| Stay in line, no out of bounds
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| And we can dance all night long
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| Turn off your phone and take a load off
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| No harm, no foul
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| No harm, no foul
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| That’s why I came, that’s why I rang ya bell
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| This many times, I can’t explain why
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| Been losin' my mind, product of your rage
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| Maybe that’s why I came
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| That’s why I rang ya bell
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| This many times, I can’t explain why
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| Been losin' my mind, product of your rage
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| That’s why I came, that’s why I rang ya bell
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| This many times, I can’t explain why
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| I’m not afraid to ring ya bell
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| You introverted and to some
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| You troubled girl
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| Flirtatious one, (?)
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| Don’t get involved
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| You troubled girl
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| Flirtatious one
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| (Inaudible) |