And I’ve been down before, but I ain’t never ever going back to being broke
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So you can hate my sound, baby, you can hate my style,
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Just watch the money pour, baby, you can hate me now.
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But imma make you love me, imma make you love me,
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Imma make you love me, imma make you love me
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Somehow, somehow, somehow,
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Imma make you love me.
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Started out of a dream, cliche as it was,
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They didn’t always believed in me, but I always showed them love,
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‘cause that’s the person I am, I’m not the type to hold the grudge,
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And I don’t give a fuck if you’ve got a buzz for everybody.
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You held my back and I know others who did it,
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I had a dream and I lived it, I won’t get into specifics.
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But if you happen to collect, you know you kept me level headed,
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Now look to where I’m headed, I just hoped that you expected,
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A lot of people told me to quit the school and smiled,
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And they probably caught this fast rap like a dim come from my heart.
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But that’s the way it goes, you just got accepted,
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Like you changing direction even though you ain’t expected.
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But I just hope they see me for me and not the kid that I used to be,
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‘cause I doubt with my intentions of sex, drugs and weed.
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Now I’m living like I should, doing what I always thought I could,
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And I ain’t work with you bitches, just know every day it’s good.
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And I’ve been down before, but I ain’t never ever going back to being broke
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So you can hate my sound, baby, you can hate my style,
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Just watch the money pour, baby, you can hate me now.
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But imma make you love me, imma make you love me,
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Imma make you love me, imma make you love me
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Somehow, somehow, somehow,
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Imma make you love me.
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It’s a strange world that we’re living,
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Cruel and hate, and mistakes really aren’t forgiven.
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But hey, yet I pray that they stop and listen,
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‘cause we’ve all had our low points set all for Guiness.
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I hit the mid life crisis at twenty one,
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I pray for better days thinking that they’ll never come.
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And things sure came around,
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Made a six figure career and I’m just playing around.
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Now I understand that people got their problems
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And I’m just hoping that my music maybe helps ‘em solve ‘em.
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So while the whole world is asleep I’m working, I’m grinding,
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Staring at my clock ‘cause it’s perfect timing.
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And taking easy role to some I ain’t ever done,
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I spent it, the harder days, definitely number one.
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So as long as we stick together there isn’t a fucking storm in this game that we call weather.
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And I’ve been down before, but I ain’t never ever going back to being broke
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So you can hate my sound, baby, you can hate my style,
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Just watch the money pour, baby, you can hate me now.
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But imma make you love me, imma make you love me,
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Imma make you love me, imma make you love me
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Somehow, somehow, somehow,
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Imma make you love me.
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Make You Love Me
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| Huey Mack & Mike Stud |
