| Eh, they say hind sight is 20/20, well they right it’s behind me
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| Back for the third time, you know where to find me
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| Hanging on the coat tail of Christ who designed me
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| Keep me off your brain, in other words don’t mind me
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| The Lord keeps me low no matter where them folks fly me
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| Message so timeless, the beats so timely
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| Spittin for my boss like He signed me
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| Usually roll with a group of brothers like the Isleys
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| We came to spit it for the King that you can’t erase
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| We give you facts over music, call it databass (yes sir)
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| We press forward to the prize hope we ain’t astray
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| No fallin back from the goal, no fade aways
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| Pour my heart out when I write till it pumps on the page
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| Beats over the beat, and it jumps on the stage
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| Cries out for the souls that are hurtin finna lose it
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| Here to lift you up call it elevator music
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| Eh, this that real life music
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| Get dem hands up for that real life music
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| Eh, this that real life music
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| Getcha mind ready for that real life music
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| Just wanna give you somethin real
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| Ain’t comin atcha neck, no we ain’t comin atcha grill
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| Eh look we know just how you feel, but we just wanna give you something real
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| Look, eh too many spit that fake rap that most just can’t relate to
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| They ain’t got no maybach, they don’t get to make rules
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| They not tryna make stacks, they just tryna make due
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| Waitin for that payback, for all the work that they do
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| We ain’t in a dream world, we spittin that real life
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| We live in the real world, and know just what it feels like
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| So we pressin in like steel spikes
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| To stand in a fallen world it don’t feel nice
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| Eh, even if you’re rich or you gotta lota cash
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| You still not exempt as everybody on the map
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| We all feel the pressure heavy burdens on our backs
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| Everyday it’s still hard, but we learnin like it’s class
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| In this cold cold world, where them scammers be
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| And so many lost they footin, like an amputee
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| We know that everybody wonder why the worlds gone wrong
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| Got some real life music fo' ya dome, gone
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| Eh, this that real life music
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| Get dem hands up for that real life music
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| Eh, this that real life music
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| Getcha mind ready for that real life music
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| Just wanna give you somethin real
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| Ain’t comin atcha neck, no we ain’t comin atcha grill
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| Eh look we know just how you feel, but we just wanna give you something real |