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(feat. John Legend) |
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[Intro and rapping: Cassidy] |
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I used to pump dimes, now I spit punchlines |
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I'm tired of cats tryin' to rap cus they want shine |
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I be writing to enlighten those that was once blind |
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This political warfare, and I'm on the front line |
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I'm a soldier who grew to be a general, but generals is soldiers too (true) |
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And I'm willing to do what soldiers do, but you know an animal can't control a zoo (uh uh) |
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And I always been a leader, I control my crew. You gotta school other dudes tryin' to roll with you. |
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And I'm getting more mature, I'm gettin' older too, but I'mma rock till it's over like Hova do. |
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And I don't tell lies like most of you, I really did sell piles, held toasters too. |
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I might exaggerate a little but it's mostly true, and the truth come to the light like it's supposed to do. |
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Get the obituary ready, get the Reverend, my old style died, and went to punchline heaven. |
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You cats know that that's my flow, I'm a legend, big up John Legend for doing the song. |
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Ay, wanwan Kayne, I ain't a Juvenile, but I been on the grind-yee, I had a murder case, |
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I was facin some time-yee, but that's somethin' small to a giant like Andre, |
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And they was talkin' 'bout givin' me life, ya'll but I knew I was leavin' for belivin' in Christ, |
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Ya'll, you could live it up, but don't give up the fight, ya'll, we elevatin, so we celebratin the night, ya'll. |
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Hang on lil' girl, soon all your troubles will be gone lil' girl, sometimes you probably wish you wasn't born lil' girl, |
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But God know what he doin', lil' girl (uh huh), so keep fightin. |
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And hang on lil' man, you can't quit now, keep goin' lil' man, sometimes you probably wish you wasn't born lil' man, |
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But God know what he doin' lil' man (uh huh), so keep fightin. |
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[Outro] |
