| Okay, uh, I can tell you how I first started in this rap shit
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| Mama kicked a nigga out the house, felt fantastic
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| Told my homies, «If you got a couch, know I’m crashin'
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| Worried 'bout my future, couldn’t care about the past tense
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| Lost my grandmother, and I haven’t been the same since
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| Start to get anxious, I’m tired of this lame shit
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| Tired of the struggle, livin' family in the subdivision
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| Ramen noodles, drawin' doodles wasn’t in my fuckin' vision
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| But who’s fault is that? | 
| Tryna stay all intact
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| Fightin' all my demons, they be schemin' but I’m crawlin' back
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| And eventually flyin', lately been mentally cryin'
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| Niggas resentin' me, I am not for the industry lyin'
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| Life’s a dream, but nothin' is a fairytale
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| Do you love me? | 
| I can barely tell
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| 'Cause I’m up and down, been all around, nobody’s callin' now
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| No, no, no, no, no, no
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| No, no, no, no, no, no
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| Uh, 'cause I know what I been through
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| But I still, uh, I’d do it all over again
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| And my life is so sinful (YBN, why be them?)
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| But through times, uh (King Push)
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| The good guys always win
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| I can tell you how I first started in this rap shit
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| 8th grade, backflippin' on the mattress
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| 9th grade, pack doin' gymnastics
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| 10th grade, somersaultin' all them crack flips
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| Asterisk, skipped school, recorded with The Neptunes
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| We was makin' high school classics
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| Before I took a kilo and I wrapped it, I rapped it
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| Around the funeral with the casket (Yuugh!)
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| Coke avalanche, like a landslide
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| Only grew my hair this long because my man died
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| Collect calls on them landlines, I pressed 5
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| To tell about the new test drive and talk fly, ooh
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| Life’s a dream, but nothin' is a fairytale
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| Do you love me? | 
| I can barely tell
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| 'Cause I’m up and down, been all around, nobody’s callin' now
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| No, no, no, no, no, no
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| No, no, no, no, no, no
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| Uh, 'cause I know what I been through
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| But I still, uh, I’d do it all over again
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| And my life is so sinful
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| But through times, uh
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| The good guys always win |