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Yo I see shorty on the staircase |
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In front of an empty beer case |
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Weird face |
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Almost like he was scared straight |
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Like he ain't have a care in life |
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Whiping tears from his eyes |
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That already appeared to have been cried |
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We chopped it, said he was adopted |
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And there's a lot of shit he just tucks in his closet |
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Real calm, said he would always feel harm |
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And all he wanted to do was meet his real dad and real mom"All the nice home and clothes do is remind meIn all these years they didn't even try to find meNevermind love, I feel like they never liked meIf I thought there was a god I would ask the nigga WHY ME" |
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But some things you better off havin never knew |
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Maybe they wanted better for you than they could never do |
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You got a family, |
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I see that you don't care for them |
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But love is always gonna be love no matter where it's from |
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What if I said your moms couldn't give birth |
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Contemplated leaving earth |
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Til you brought her life worth |
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Whatever you going through could always be much worse |
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Don't make a mistake mistaking your blessings for a curse |
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Told dude you in the right place, right here |
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Can't run to your corner when life don't wanna fight fair |
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Things'll become quite clear |
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When you decide to wake up and stop having fantasies about a nightmare[Verse 2:] |
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You damn right she on a high horse |
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She said "don't worry bout hers nigga ride yours" |
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Before you talk clean your own backyard |
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Souped-up and sought after by the athletes and rap stars |
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Developing a name, creepin to fame |
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She quick to trade her vagina for a seat at the game |
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And it's so foul she don't see the shame |
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In the act or the fact that she view it as an equal exchange |
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She stay with the newest on, louis vuitton |
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Buying groceries with coupons, sleeping on a futon |
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No self-esteem to cover her lack of confidence |
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She get on twitter retweetin' all the compliments |
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Pretty face, nice strut with a nice butt |
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Disguise of a slut only tryin to get wifed up |
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But when it's party time she won't be a second late |
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Once she leaves |
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V.I.P. it's back home to section eight |
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What confused me |
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Is niggas tried to kick it, but she come across bougie |
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In her best friends jewelry |
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Part-time mother |
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But something real shady when her 2 year old daughter |
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Much closer to the babysitter |
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Cry when she alone |
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Product of a broke down home |
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Won't change cause she already grown |
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Already set in her ways no need in tryin to help |
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Cause she rather find wealth before she can find herself[Verse 3:] |
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Real quick, let me introduce ya'll to maverick |
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Lifetime addict who recently kicked the habit |
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Looking for a job companies won't let him have it |
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Cause his drug and gun charges up and down his whole jacket |
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Constantly rejected, can't deal with the aggravation |
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So now he scared to be honest on the application |
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Past caught up as every door shuts like "Sorry we can't help ya" |
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And then he's back home to the shelter |
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Nothing to lose giving up like the other minions |
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Pending his trail in the court of public opinion |
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Til he got a call from a temp agency |
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Said they had a void ask could he fill the vacancy |
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Unlike what he appears |
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Been employee of the month for a year |
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Self doubt is related to fear |
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And they'll never replace him |
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If you wanna catch up with your dreams you gotta be willing to chase them |