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[Intro] |
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Many rivers to cross (you ain't got to ask me what I do this for) |
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But I can't seem to find my way over (I do this for my city) |
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[Verse 1] |
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Constantly on the come up, constantly on the come up |
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But I always get this feeling and it's constantly on my stomach |
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I learned to always follow my instinct, when you come from where I come from |
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They try to make a ***** feel like King Kong in the concrete jungle |
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Damn, cause they don't teach *****s how to deal with anger |
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Nah, they only teach *****s there ain't nothin' real but danger |
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Politics will not swing in our favor |
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Cause all of us are rappers or entertainers |
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But I still woke up and said, "Young *****, get it" |
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Cause this is your life you can choose how you live it |
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[Hook] |
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Are we just lost in the city of madness? |
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Or do the powers that be just lack human compassion? |
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I don't know... |
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[Interlude 1] |
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And they don't want you to speak the truth, man |
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See when you speak the truth they like to make you feel crazy |
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But you ain't crazy, don't let them lie to you |
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Whoever you are, you out there |
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Keep doing you, man, ***** the haters |
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Let 'em hate, let 'em hate |
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[Verse 2] |
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You only get one life, you know |
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And this life ain't in my control |
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When you talk about politics, it's a rod for a lightning bolt |
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Tell me how do you fight a war when the price is for your soul? |
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When you gambling with your life, that's a hell of a pair of dice to roll |
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They say, "Bobby Ray where you went? All you talk about is whips" |
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I say you can lead a horse to water but you can't make it take a sip |
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Yeah, everybody got their own two pennies |
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But what does that mean if it don't make sense? |
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I see the crowd, their hands up high |
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But what does that mean? What do they get? |
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At the end of the day what I get paid and they go home what do they think? |
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How can we ever be free if policies don't ever change? |
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[Hook] |
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[Interlude 2] |
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You know, sometimes it feels like it's just against the world, man |
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Who really got our best interests, man? |
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Don't, don't, don't let 'em take your soul, man |
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Don't, don't, don't let 'em take your soul, don't take your soul |
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[Intro] |
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[Outro] |
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No Genre |
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People ask me what No Genre means |
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You know, I once did a mixtape called No Genre |
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I didn't realize that no genre man, like no genre really described my career |
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People started, like, gravitating toward No Genre and, you know, I was like, "***** it, let's do a part two" |
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It really can't be defined by any genre, so |
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***** it man, No Genre |
