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[Hook] |
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My life, my word, my sight, my goals, my fight, my soul, I do my best to use me voice so right |
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I raise my hand, my past exist |
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Here I stand, I close my fist |
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It's not the cash that make me rich |
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[Verse 1] |
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Cold world, no peace, can't sleep |
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My whole world fell apart in a week |
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******t it's hard in the streets when your trying to maintain |
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Man, I'm starvin' to eat, aparted and broke |
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Mama taught me how to follow my hope |
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Out of the hood, out of control |
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Only because it was ? in me |
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We can switch, ya'll can see |
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Real life ******t that bothers me |
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See, I'm trying dawg, in my own way, but I ain't ya'll |
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Close ones wanna look down on me, make a ****** really not want to try at all |
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Stick to myself cause I'm who I trust |
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Are you kidding my ****** we livin' the same |
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We livin' in fear and we livin' in pain |
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A letter for birth, heaven on Earth |
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Tell them this my |
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[Hook] |
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My life, my word, my sight, my goals, my fight, my soul, I do my best to use me voice so right |
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I raise my hand, my past exist |
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Here I stand, I close my fist |
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It's not the cash that make me rich |
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[Bridge] |
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One of my brodee's put me up on game |
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Twisted the medical, passed me the flame |
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I elevated without no hesitation |
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My mind was just racin', I couldn't complain |
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My body was lifted |
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The hustle, I rather be high then be gettin' in trouble |
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Runnin' the streets, I ain't ******' with ******s that's probably for nothin' |
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I'm proud to be me, but I don't want to struggle |
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[Verse 2] |
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We workin' to live, we livin' to die |
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It's hurting my ribs |
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I'm talkin' about searchin' for love |
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Replacin' my hurt, I deserve to be rich |
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These ******s is feelin' me now, but what about how I got to this place |
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I'm talkin' about homeless and hungry |
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I was livin' in shelters, travelin' states |
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My momma was a hard worker |
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If I ain't learn nothin', that's all I know |
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Shortcuts don't have real outcomes |
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So in the long run you gon see my growth |
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From a boy to a man |
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Fans, I have a voice and a plan |
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Don't be blinded by the mainstream scams |
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******s talk lies, and I don't wanna be the one to die when I'm trying to make the weak understand |
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Here I am |
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[Hook] |
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My life, my word, my sight, my goals, my fight, my soul, I do my best to use me voice so right |
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I raise my hand, my past exist |
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Here I stand, I close my fist |
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It's not the cash that make me rich |
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[Verse 3] |
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I see how this ******t finna pan out |
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Get a little dough, everybody got they hand out |
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Stand out, cause I'm all business |
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Talk wicked, everybody want end creatin' a false image |
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False motives, ******s spittin' all gimmicks |
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Your music full of lies and that's what you call winnin' |
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Didn't get in the race cause I waited till ya'll get it |
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Now my job has evolved and prayin' that ya'll get it |
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To my man and my women |
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My infamous children, this may not be your concern |
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But what if we had no shoes, no clothes, no teachers to teach us to learn |
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We earn, survivin' in life |
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Becomin' a man with no father in sight |
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Tryin' my hardest not becomin' one of these ******s that's slippin' through money and ****** |
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Lord, I thank you |
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Blessed of recording angels |
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Happiness from being born, thankful |
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Glorified, someone easily became a target |
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But I swear I'm only tryin' to save you |
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This is my life, my word, my sight, my voice, my light |
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I strive to be a motivator to anybody with fight |
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Prepare to compare, but it's one Dizzy Wright |
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Here I am |
