(Yeah)
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Dear Lord (word)
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Why do I feel how I feel?
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I could move a thousand bundles of krills (uh huh)
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I could hit the lottery for a mil
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Money no longer make me smile, it's wild
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Stress hurt like burying your first child (word)
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I'm really losin' my drive to do this music (damn)
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If it don't happen after this, I'm through with it (done)
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Twenty-five, still live at my mom's crib, two kids
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Ever heard that saying, "so smart you're stupid"?
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That's me
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Fourteen and change on my S.A.T.'s
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Chose the project over college, what a fuck up (fuck)
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On the block hollering at bitches like "fuck you, you stuck up"
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But what could a shorty see in a jerk, a man when she leave?
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A man when she get back from work
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What am I worth? (huh?)
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Then they said my pay could get me out the P's
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But he been away for five, so he don't see what I see (woof)
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Mom's like "turn that down, I can't hear my T.V. (shit)
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Worrying about them beats, I ain't raised no deadbeats (but Ia˘ćˇ°)
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Better find you a application boy, get up on yo feet" (right)
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Though your E.D.'s was dirty, my rhyme book was neat (ya)
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Plus I ink my heart and soul in 'em sheets (but uh)
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Holla at me though (word)
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I'm so unhappy yo
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Don't wanna be the dude in the barbershop that coulda made it (nah)
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And decipher when young boys spittin' shit that's outdated
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And 'em niggas walkin' away like homie was overrated (damn)
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Life ain't a bitch
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Life is life and I hate it
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Never tried suicide, I ain't got the heart to pull it
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Know your brain feel pain when it stained by that bullet (whoa)
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I don't wanna live
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Yet I don't wanna die (die)
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And have God say "you was about to do it, Joell why?" (why)
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Daddy, do you even care that yo boy is still alive? (uhh)
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Ain't seen you since '83, hello to you to (damn)
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Guess I was unimportant, and you had to do you
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Sad that I had to guess, that just added to my stress
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Mom did her besta˘ćˇ° man, fuck that, I don't get it
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How could you just go and forget that I existed? (your son)
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Guess I'm not like you
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'Cause I ain't a punk (no way)
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I don't run away from problems, I solve 'em and man up (what)
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Mom said I got a step-brother named Jamel
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A older sister as well
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Forgot her name
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Why did we never meet?
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I was the only child (uh huh)
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Who wasn't an only child (uh huh)
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Who felt lonely, wow (wow)
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How can I tell my sons about a grandpa I ain't know? (you can't)
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I'm done with you, yo next topic
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I miss you James, I seen your daughters last month
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They gettin' big (yeah)
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I know you surprised in heaven that Yvette had a kid (haha)
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Wish we could sip one more bluie together (one more)
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In that RX-7, we all smelt like gas (haha)
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Still we hopped in the pool, shopped off with her ass (shaw)
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P.A. ain't the same without you
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Whenever me and P.O. get bent, that's my word
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We think about you (word)
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Rollin' up your sleeve, that's when we knew you was drunk
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Remember that time your armpit had that yellowish stuff? (haha)
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What the fuck was that? (yeah)
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Be proud of me, I'm coming up in rap (what)
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Jus waiting on my dough, you know the biz (biz)
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What up with Miz? Tell that nigga I say "what up?"
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DeVon gettin' better in b-ball, his tall ass is tryna dunk (haha)
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Through this gift right here, I promise to stay in touch
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One, when will this bus come? Been waitin' on this ride for years (years)
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All my shirts is stiff from the driest tears
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What the fuck? I'm knife, the world need to know (c'mon)
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Comments on HipHopGame say "honestly, he should blow" (Joell)
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All these meetings was lame, every one is the same (where we goin'?)
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I pop in my demo and everyone blows insane
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Walk out the building, head higher than cocaine
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Only for me to never ever hear from them again (damn)
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That's why I contemplate puttin' my pen away
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But I don't, 'cause muh'fuckers did the same shit to Jay (word)
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Coincidence? Nah, I don't believe in those (fuck em)
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Shit happens for a reason, if this was meant, I'll know (word)
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What do I got to do, Lord? My song's is tight (uh huh)
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My shows is jam-packed, I'm hip hop's "anthrax" (sick)
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Nobody can touch me but I'm still in the hood
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