| I’ve waited eleven years, still haven’t made it clear
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| If this a one-on-one, there ain’t no way that you’ll make it here
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| My Rollie stops tickin' to seeing my Mom cry are probably two of my greatest
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| fears
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| I got a couple DMs that’s callin' me «God», a couple others saying I wanna be it
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| But I ain’t shit accept a motherfucker that’s writing some songs
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| So I don’t know where they got the idea
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| 'Cause all I wanna see is the blood stains withering
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| Fuck the fame, I’m truly blessed
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| One name that you’ll respect is one name less than that
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| Run game, test the facts, love, pain, the rest of that
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| Blood and stuff inside me, but I promise it won’t get to that
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| I swear to God, I’ll tear a rat motherfucker to pieces
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| I’ll show you cap motherfuckers to Jesus
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| Shit, these hands do anybody, don’t give a fuck 'bout the name
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| Or the weight that you carry, just know I ain’t wantin' no feature
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| And I don’t need no fuckin' write-up, it’s a bullshit mag
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| Well, I came out spent, pay respect and that’s that
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| I got their necks on the floor, I got my checks in the bag
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| I ain’t showin' remorse, there’s nothing left I can ask
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| Four diamonds on me like I’m Dallas Page
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| You think it’s fun, game
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| A couple mouths to feed, a couple bound to take up any charge for me
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| So I don’t doubt they faith in what I got going on
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| And y’all shouldn’t go so long without me, no
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| So listen to me, no, really listen
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| Have you ever been affected by heroin?
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| Or the chair you’re gonna position when you take as a leap of faith,
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| are you scared to sit and watch?
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| 'Cause you’re all self-conscious, feels like a mosh pit and you can’t take it
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| You can’t fake it, you can’t breathe and you can’t face it
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| Is it your fault, 'cause you couldn’t tell me you’re too young
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| That you couldn’t tell me, was it your fault?
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| Every one of my feelings wore off, now I barely got no fear in this world at all
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| 'Cause in this world no one got my back except me
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| I expect everyone to like, accept me
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| I don’t think I should ask to respect me
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| I don’t think I should have any problems of havin' you let me and half of you
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| let me
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| Go my own way, right here up on stage, this 9:36
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| And tonight I dug out my own grave as soon as I got here
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| Man of the
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| If I don’t make it past when this ship drops at least then I got here
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| At least then I got here, fuck
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| They stamp on an X and get over us
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| Our backs at the wall and we’re fuckin' up
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| We came here together, no holdin' us
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| Look dead in our eyes and they know it’s us
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| They stamp on an X and get over us
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| Our backs at the wall and we’re fuckin' up
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| We came here together, no holdin' us
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| Look dead in our eyes and they know it’s us |