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I start out just to vibe out I ain't about to bow out. |
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I'm more gangsta then you are but I ain't about to row out. |
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My season will come it has to, honestly I feel like I'm 10 months pregnant, I'm past due. |
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Sencierly, untouchy these days I can't take nuttin. |
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I'm tryin to treat my record like the Lord shit I'm tryin to brake somthin'. |
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And mostly I'm up and stressin when other folks sleep and believe I know struggle n struggle knows me. |
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My life owes me like an oven dose I'm slowly driftin to the arms of trouble |
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and trouble holds me and nothin else is close to me more than pain |
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unfortunatly, like a self-fulfillin prophecy I'm supposed to be... |
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[Chorus: x2] |
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I'm strugglin and it's troublin in the circumstance |
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I'm dwellin in to find myself in the corner huddlin with some angry men |
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and I gotta settle shit again before they gotta kill again |
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[Verse 2:] |
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I should be chillin on beaches instead my bone freezes duckin glocks |
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and I was n 12s like Jesus |
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The realest thing to me is since I was defeated is the only break I ever got was at recess so legitematly |
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I remain very little releaved and that thug rappas |
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I remain very little entriged and can you blame me with how we lived in the late 80's |
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throwin rocks at the crazy ladies and when we played these crazy games the whole crew had crazy names |
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we even had a crypper we called him lazy legs |
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but my faith remains untouched and unchanged |
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still in my block you hear more shots then a gun range |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Verse 3:] |
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More to the truth no writin just me recordin in the booth |
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forced by the loop and the guitar but I'm the boss of the group |
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I speak truth deep roots remain equal danger |
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the pain in my song is crazy but the sequal is stranger |
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Hey man I'm from the oddest hardest progress then departed |
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I'm now known as a recordin artist |
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spittin what little remains of your memories in your process bigger or little |
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making your name into a colossus |
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believe me I'm thankful my brother's still with me and ain't much changed |
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Bobby's still troublin with me |
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I'm still mom n pory but we always dently |
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I got a little recordin gig but evidentally |
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[Chorus x2] |