| I done been through this |
| It's hard for you to listen to me 'cause you ain't been through shit |
| Shut off my mind and follow my heart, so I took plenty risks |
| How the fuck you hating on me, like God ain't give me this? |
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| It was designed for me to fail when I started |
| Long as I'm breathing, gotta exhale, so I'ma win regardless |
| They get depressed 'cause of my success, but I'm the one went the hardest |
| Knew the coach seat would turn to a jet soon as that bitch departed |
| All the dumb shit I did was just a test, 'cause I'm the smartest |
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| Now I look back on my life like |
| I wasn't shit but a kid walk in the pitch black with no nightlight |
| All the sneaky shit led later to all the secrets I had |
| Running from death, all the reapers I slid |
| Ducking discreet, I ain't seeing a bid |
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| And now I hate to be in my head |
| Lonely, afraid to sleep in my bed |
| Stuck in my thoughts, sinking |
| Had to play dumb when I was young, ain't wanna get caught thinking |
| Facing the ground, can't look at the sun, ain't wanna get caught blinking |
| Watched my circle get knocked off, and now we all shrinking |
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| Now I'm always drinking |
| Streets made our heart cold, now we all anemics |
| Blood on that money, it ain't green to me |
| I can barely tell you what you mean to me |
| Nick can't never betray me, I don't even need a team |
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| Life a movie, but you can't play me, I don't even need a scene |
| I can't get no help, 'cause I don't need a thing |
| Champion with no belt, never received a ring |
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| Gave out too much love, no more love, I ain't feeling loved |
| Gotta go cleanse my body, so many drugs, I can't feel the drugs |
| Drop tears when I get a hug, got too used to niggas getting slugs |
| Start putting my dogs in the wall, got too used to niggas getting dug |
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| Six feet, everybody I know six feet |
| All the people I knew |
| That's why hammers getting drew |
| You'll get killed too, try and bitch me |
| You get put on a plate thinking shit sweet |
| You get killed broad day trying to get to me |
| I get up every day trying to get rich as me |
| I got more Cuban links than Mr. T |
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| I be stressing though, you be stressing though |
| Then my stress just add on to your stress until we stressing more |
| I was stressing less when I was broke, but it's a blessing though |
| It's so hard for me to shake my past, I learned my lessons though |
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| Where I'm trying to go, sometimes I don't even know |
| Mentally, I'm broken, sometimes I don't even show it |
| I be planting seeds, sometimes I don't see them growing |
| I was supposed to leave, gave up and I never spoke it |
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| Caught a fed case, then lost my nigga, got me back toting |
| I'm like fuck niggas, but heart so big, it got me wide open |
| Scared to leave my energy with my kids, got me outside rolling |
| Comparing the shit I'm doing with what I did, it got me back smoking |
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| What's my destiny? I know it |
| Will I fulfill it? Shit, I'm hoping |
| It's my passion and I know it |
| Tell you I'm thuggin', but I'm coping |
| All this money don't mean nothing |
| Pass out hundreds like they tokens |
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| And my future, I can't control it |
| But I be damned if I blow it |
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