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I ain't afraid to shine different.. c'mon |
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Devoted life to the dream of lights and fortune and fame |
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I might just gain the vision, or just might be livin in vain |
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See in the game it's cool strolls and platinum thugs |
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Stack the cash, drugs and women; bubble in crime, trouble in time |
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I stay humble with mine, had drama for words |
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Encountered some birds who tried to take the shine |
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But I'm illuminatin like a thousand frozen wrists in the glint of the sun |
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Worth the Franklin Mint and Wall Street combined into one |
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They can't see it yet though, different like niggaz sayin petrol |
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For gas, english metric system, graded on the past |
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Just tryin to reach y'all, no one's at my arms length |
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Wanna stay in the race but slowly runnin out of breath |
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They all alike, can't understand, maybe it's safest |
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To play the role and be another glitch in The Matrix |
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Repetitive flow, embedded in dough |
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I run the risk of pissin everybody off, but I don't care if you know |
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[Chorus: Jean Grae] |
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Yo I'm on the line like white, china, table |
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Lay it all out for the shit; nigga, no, doubt |
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Fuck real, I'm right, told you the last time man |
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Fuck y'all, say it |
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Bring it, lay it all out for the shit; nigga, no, doubt |
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Fuck real, I'm right, told you the last time |
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Things ain't different, say it |
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Bring it, I'm on, now |
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[Jean Grae] |
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Quit for good, too many times, shit maybe I should |
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But it won't prevent rejection reappearin in life |
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I even lay the toughest down for you |
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Paint the ground blood pink for you, only so that you feel me right |
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Then hear me tight from the ills perhaps |
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But not a lot of scenes like movie stills are fleein from fiends and caps |
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I had, thrills and high spills, couple of hot chases |
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Romance with Jacks, Jills in dirty places |
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No jail cell been filled and no court cases |
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But committed murder of flesh, two of my own faces |
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At best I'm, a dime each, not a dozen, never cheap |
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Fornicated adultery once and now I never cheat |
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Younger sibling or two, family disfunctional |
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Problem with bein on time, hardly ever punctual |
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Punchclocks give me the runs, just not in my blood Akki |
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Y'all flashin guns at me, time to go? Let it be |
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[Chorus] |
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[Jean Grae] |
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See I got these bill collectors, practically at the door chillin |
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I can't explain to Visa how I'm tryin to stack a million |
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Hustle on the side for chump change, it's not big time |
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I only do it for fries, chicken and wine and hump days |
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Reality spit, dudes and rap bitches sick of me |
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And if they right, they still print, I'm tryin to do calligraphy |
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All real, sit up just all night, just thinkin it's all wrong |
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Won't sleep 'til everything's alright |
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I made brush fire noise; I need four alarm |
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Three A.M. on the lawn with two kids and one slipper on |
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Blaze now, your days phase out like old sitcoms |
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Tryin to save the show by puttin new fuckin kids on |
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Love me or not, respect it for what it's worth |
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I'm like a bundle of dough in a knot in a purse under your cot |
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Undiscovered lines like connectin the dots |
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It's gonna happen, sooner or later |
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Fuck rappin, just givin data |
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[Chorus] |
