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(Intro) |
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You know, we all fight our own personal battles |
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And hopefully this helps us get through it |
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(Verse) |
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We got kids and harms without violence |
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Parent always yellin' but dwelling along in silence |
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I don't got a mission, I'm pinching a lil' hope tho |
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We have it so good but we think that we don't tho |
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Ink to the draw list, it's funny |
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We drink cause our mom's dead, it's ironic |
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Huh, we hated them but what ? |
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Taught us bad, mom and dad brought up their son |
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Kids for kids, not me for ? |
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Thinking worst stars always see the ? |
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Maybe ? what I strive for |
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More than minimum wager the five guys store |
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Or moping buckets, hoping ducking from the fucking cops and judges |
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I don't make a profit, come on |
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What kind of hip-hoper doesn't?! |
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Me, I was raised like y'all |
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Made nice, tucked inside my basement ? |
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(Hook) |
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(Verse) |
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Kids without the inner hope near |
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Shit, we wonder why there's dope here |
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I think that we need a look in the mirror more |
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We cannot face the effort of the game just because that we fear the score |
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But if we try and stop tripping on high points |
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I really don't see the need to buy joints |
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But who am I to try freaking some pass? |
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Staring to your eyes, but I see into your ass |
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Like meet Lucy, A student with two C's |
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Goes home, gets her face slapped and some bruised knees |