| When you slip into reality
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| Hoes wanna straddle me
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| Player haters wanna battle me
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| But I shed em' all like calories
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| Prophecy preacher, lend your ear and I’ll reach ya
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| And if your willing to be taught I’mma teach ya
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| I’m not a people person, truth is I can’t stand too many people
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| So many fake the funk and perpetrate and call me evil
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| But evil is a harsh word
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| Tell the mockingbird that I said it
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| A man of my word I won’t regret it
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| If I let it get to me like it get to them I’m no better
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| The same message over and over with different set-up
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| Player hating is a art of a scandalous and shafty person
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| Some do it oh so well I’ll be damned if they don’t rehearse it
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| Disperse it to people like me and you everyday
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| And they expect the common man to turn his cheek and walk away
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| And now I pray for an end of the madness
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| No more sadness
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| to my people that preside to be the baddest
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| And all that they do and say
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| But overshadowed by a cloud turning night to day
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| Its so tremendous that you couldn’t even walk away
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| If you chose to, you even suppose to watch the ones you close to,
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| now that’s insane
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| Tell me will it change, I’m confused
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| Not a thing to lose
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| This shit is far from positive and saddens like the Blues
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| Paying dues ain’t the only part of duties that bestow to the chosen
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| Spitting lyrics in the microphone and
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| Dodging player haters till my temper hit the ceiling
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| And this how they got a nigga feelin
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| I done fell into reality
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| My renditions of reality
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| Call it bad or good
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| Wrong or Right
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| Note! |
| Believe in me
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| Believe in me
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| And I believe in you
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| Everything is alright
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| One day it’s goin hit me like a ton of bricks
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| I’m feeling so sick
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| One of my dogs passed and shit
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| I’m feeling like killing 'em all
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| But whats that solve?
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| He’s still goin be dead in the morning
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| Why take the fall?
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| Inside I be so mad I’m finna burst
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| Instead of Chevy’s, my homies rolling in the back of a hearse
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| You know what’s worse?
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| It’s too hard to cope with some days
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| Murderous ways
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| Leaving me shaking in a daze
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| Comatose, completely tore up
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| Nerves be so bad I wanna throw up
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| I’m 'bout to blow up
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| In a rage, I need to talk nobody wanna listen
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| On the corner, murder mind state condition
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| Overload, pull the trigger
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| Stress got the best of suicide, pour out some liquor
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| Another grave digger gets paid
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| Digging our grave for senseless ways
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| Keep to ourselves and stay paid
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| All of my dogs can’t die, I visit the sky
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| And reminisce when I’m high
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| I’m never goin lie
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| I got love for peoples, dead or alive
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| Or we can smoke out in the ride in my memory
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| Reality is just a fragment
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| A fragment inside of my soul
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| My eyes are closed
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| My head is spinning
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| My head is spinning
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| I swear to god I don’t know
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| This is a musical masterpiece dedicated to down riders
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| Keep it in your clique, fuck the outsiders
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| People hating on everything and everything’s the same
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| Everybody is a player and life is a silly game
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| It’s a damn shame
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| Daddy died 11 years today
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| I wonder if he know I’m doing straight
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| Could you tell him something if you see my pops before I do?
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| Let him know that he’s remembered by my crew
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| And everyday, in my mind, anyplace, anytime
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| Looking in the sky for the seventh sign
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| I walk around, nobody knows what I do
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| Sealin' fates and date rapes
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| As my body transcends through this portal of life
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| Smoking blunts, wronging my rights
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| I live for the night because I melt in the light
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| Completely outta site
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| For facts so unknown
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| So grotesque never stated on microphones
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| So alone in this fucked up world, it sucks dick
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| Everybody got a problem with something and you can bet
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| I be the last one, more like the last dragon
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| No swords to ever let this world contort
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| The way you’re thinking, it’s so essential
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| It gives us all the potential
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| To take over the world in our mentals
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| If I can’t live my life the way I wanna live my life
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| Then why can’t I die?
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| Why can’t I die?
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| My renditions of reality
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| Bad or good
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| Wrong or Right
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| Believe in me, I believe in you
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| Rendition of reality
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| Alright, Note
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| Bad or good, wrong or right
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| Believe in me and I’ll believe in you and everything’s tight
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| Reality is a fragment inside my soul
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| My eyes are closed, head’s spinning and I don’t know
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| It’s just reality, bad or good, wrong or right
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| Believe in me and I’ll believe in you and everything’s tight
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| Reality is a fragment inside my soul
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| My eyes are closed, head’s spinning and I don’t know
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| And I don’t know… |