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You ain't gon believe this but, you used to fit right here |
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I'd hold you up and say to your mother |
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This kids gonna be the best kid in the |
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WorldThis kids gonna be somebody better than anybody |
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I ever knew |
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And you grew up good and wonderful, it was great |
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Just watching everyday was like a privilage |
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Than the time comes for you to be your own man, and take on the |
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WorldAnd you did, but somewhere along the lines, you changed, you stopped being you![Verse 1: Joe Budden] |
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Shout to all my fans, glad |
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I can inspire y'all |
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Got a couple haters, still trying to acquire more |
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You're praying to a higher power hoping |
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I should fall |
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But even my writers block ends in a fire wall |
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Everybody acts reckless judging by they past efforts |
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If they ran shit why it won't show up in they track records |
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How can the critics ever hear me and say |
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I'm a suffer |
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How when they play with words and |
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I make em' play with each other |
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Choppers over the booth, ready for prime time |
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Come one with his thoughts, intertwine with his mind |
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Go toe to toe, blow for blow or do it rhyme for rhyme |
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Be competitive coke heads and go line for line |
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Honestly that crap of yours you should raffle off |
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With me they getting |
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Genius Bars without the |
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Apple store |
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Under the microscope |
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I rebut' the scrutiny |
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If I'm to be compared it's only to who |
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I used to be |
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Take a closer look at rappers and you might discover |
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This faggots talking |
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Boxing, avoid the |
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Mike Buffers |
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Now you the type to cuff her, me |
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I get tired of her |
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See you the type to get hype to hug her but won't try to fuck her |
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No pencil thin bitches, me that ain't the style he dates |
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Might sit on her face and leave the imprint of a smiley face |
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Introduce the newcomers to my habitat |
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The calms before the storm, this the debris from the aftermath[Sample: Rocky] |
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Let me tell you something, here right now |
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The World ain't all sunshine and rainbows |
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It's a very mean and nasty place and |
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I don't care how tough you are |
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It will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it |
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You, nore nobody is gonna hit as hard as life |
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But it ain't about how hard you hit |
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It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward[Verse 2: Joe Budden] |
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Let me change pace, the alternate route is a long one |
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But you'll ultimately end up in the same place |
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So I tell aspiring artists "think beyond greater" |
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I know some niggas with platinum plaques and bronze paper |
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But better living should be earned, never fed or giving |
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So I traded my recognition instead for a vision |
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They always told me that |
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I'd end up dead or in prison |
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Who ever thought that same dude getting head while he whipping |
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At the chick would hang up on, give em' the dial tone |
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Now buying wild homes, straight cash without loans |
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I always managed to do better when his doubts shown |
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I'll teach you how to turn them diamonds into milestones |
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Class is in session, and look who's come to tutor |
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They passing the fake off as real like |
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Brian Pumpers jeweler |
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Where I'm from niggas with fear getting slumped by shooters |
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But my equal to dumping rugers is being done by computers |
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I'm getting bread, every verse like the lotto |
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Give them substance but they treat every word like it's a hollow |
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My niggas off parole |
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I'm tryna give them something pure to follow |
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Cause he ain't have a pot to piss in, just a urine bottle |
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I come from where so many people where raised with neglect |
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Cops trying to meet they quote, thirsty to make an arrest |
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All my wrong doings did, was put my faith to a test |
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Which made me much stronger, guess my mistakes were correct[Sample: Rocky] |
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Now if you know what you're worth, go out and get what you're worth |
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But you gotta be willing to take the hit |
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Not pointing fingers saying you're not where you wanna because of him or her or anybody |
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Cowards do that and that ain't you |
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You better than that |
