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I'm just, |
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I'm just a picture a picture in a frame |
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I paint word pictures on the canvas of life |
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But I don't control the colors |
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It's nothin' like it |
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Yo, I'm ten steps ahead of niggas, that shit scary |
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Sometimes |
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I feel ahead of myself |
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I hear this voice in the back of my mind |
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Like "Mac maintain, just grind, dog, better yourself" |
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So what I do? |
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I take heed and pick up the pace |
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Can't explain it when |
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I pick up my son and look at my face |
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I'm like a black rose growin' in the concrete crack in the pavement |
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There that voice go again "Mac practice for greatnessGet paid for them immaculate statements" |
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Keep thinkin' of them hotlines, like a physic, |
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I can't explain it |
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There's no pen when |
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I write it |
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There's nothin' like it, nothin' like it |
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God damn, what you want from me |
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What you want me to tell you, huh? |
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Niggas thought that |
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I would stutter, huh, thought |
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I was dumb |
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But I ain't used to use my mind, |
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I used to just use my 9 |
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And run wild with my boys in the streets wild with these wars |
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Now the Qu'ran and 48 laws, they polish my floors |
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I'm movin' niggas like puppets with no strings attached |
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It's nothin' for |
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Beans, so you know it ain't a thing for |
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MacTo look in your eyes, see through your heart, know what you fearin' |
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Pick you apart, like you niggas is transparent |
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I see right through you niggas |
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It's like |
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Mac was born with advanced parents |
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I'm like the sun shinin' at night imagine it dog |
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I know you wanna see me gradually fall |
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But I'm walkin' on air, brakin' every gravity law |
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It's nothin' like it, |
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I swear, I spit words that skip through air |
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Let the words of a true thug hit your ear |
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It change colors like blue blood when it hit the air |
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It's nothin' like it |
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God damn, shit, |
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I can't explain it, **** y'all niggas |
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I changed my whole life in about 9 months, just like sperm in a womb |
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These young niggas never learn 'til they doomed |
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Try to tell them "You can burn young punk, without smellin' the fuse" |
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Make you shiver in the middle of |
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JunePaintin' pictures so vivid, you can hang it up in your room |
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Shine bright like a prism, displayin' colors like |
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CrayolaThink of the prisons with straight soldiers |
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Think about the niggas who ****ed us and played over us |
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Think about the mothers who suffered and prayed over us |
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Just look at the the picture |
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I've painted, it's so perfect |
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Open your eyes mother****ers, you can't duck us |
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No survivors every soul shall suffer |
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I'm loadin' them revolvers every shell shall touch ya |
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I promise |
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I'll light your ass with these mags, |
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I'ma bust ya |
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God damn, it's nothin' like it, |
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I'm serious |
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Can't explain how |
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I write it |
