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Mama told me there'd be days like this |
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But I ain't never ever think there'd be a day like this (Naw!) |
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Not now not ever, and now until forever you will never need another (Nigga!) |
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Look... |
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Sorry hiphop, it took me so long to get on but so long that I'm on it, it's on! |
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I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustla's, meanwhile |
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Showin' mama I ain't dropped out for nothin'! |
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I swear these dolla's gon' add up |
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And I ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck |
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That's why I shine like I does, it's pain in my eyes but these east saints blind you to look |
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Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag, whoever tried to gravitate |
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G told me it's a city full of crimes, I'm feelin' like a platter at Philip's when I rap |
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As much as I wanted to be minisculed the fact is, they'd only be happy with a minstrel actor |
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Sorry Mr. Charlie won't chap dance, and fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam |
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I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here |
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My net is from jet setters to cab fares |
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Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand |
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Ain't have to see-saw, I'm already scared |
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I been called the ??? |
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And I DC'd this whole fuckin' genre |
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And I ain't in it for them O's or them comma's |
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But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper |
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Yessir... |
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The future is now, I lead on record's dedicaton for makin' better music is now |
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Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought |
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It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out |
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I would invest in a poncho, 'cause I ain't finna punch out like Glass Joe (Naw!) |
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Ima go until my arm's sore, fuck it! I go until my 40 millionth encore |
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Hip-hop's dead yeah that's what Nas said to me |
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I guess that's hip-hop heads on salary |
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We've had the tables, on them record labels |
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Who's next to release? We guillotine them |
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Niggas braggin' but everybody stagnant everybody broke except the nigga on the track (Shit!) |
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And mama why you throw away my drums? |
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A hundred for a deal they made a hundred on the song |
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Nigga I'm a hundred miles far, I'm feelin' Chris Childs |
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You lookin' like Kobe Bryant ya'll |
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It's lonely at the top so I waited, but ain't nobody take it |
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Now I'm playin' solitaire patient |
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Crucifix pieces, necklace with Jesus |
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See me as blasphemous for I don't need them |
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God give me strength, Allah give me patience |
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I am only a man and I don't know what to think |
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