[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
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I'm stressed out so much I'm like, "Why stress it?"
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Am I selfish for asking myself
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"Would you rather count money or count blessings?"
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Now that's a wild question
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Fame turned my life upside down
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I guess it was meant to be like passing Beyonce a Tic-Tac
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And that ain't a diss, this way more to me than a diss track
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Jay-Z is God to me
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Nas is God to me!
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Eminem is like B.I.G. and Pac to me
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And if you disagree I hope you bleed hypocrisy!
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And this will be the realest shit I ever wrote
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Shoutout to all the crazy bitches I've been involved with
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Thank y'all for making my wife a crazier bitch than y'all bitches
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Y'all might've lost me, but y'all win
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And this will be the realest shit I ever wrote
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Now let's talk about the BET Awards
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When Kanye went to the podium for the win
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And mentioned everyone in the same category as him but me and Em
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He said they motivated him
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And normally that would be ammo to hate on him
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But that ain't my M.O! My M.O. is to be mo' motivatin'
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This new-wave culture is so cultivatin'!
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Where the fuck do I fit in?
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And this will be the realest shit I ever wrote
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I succumb so much to this game I feel sorrow
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I answer more questions about the 40 and Game squabble
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Than I answer questions that I ask myself
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"Are you a good father?", the answer's, "Well
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Fuck this! Royce got a game tomorrow"
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I ain't gotta spell out the offers
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If being famous means speaking to people in offices
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Over being there for your sons and daughters...
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I'm off this...
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I know the last couple of lines kinda fell out of the pocket
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But I don't give a fuck! Let me tell you this:
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When was the last time you copped some shit
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Where it actually came out of your pocket?
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Answer that! If I got to answer questions from you
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You got to answer questions from me!
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I'm fucking my whole life up for you, answer this question:
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"What the fuck are you doing for me?", answer that!
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Still I love my fans, even though y'all looking at me like I'm just a drunk nigga
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That's just throwing up behind shit, blowing up, but nigga I ain't throwing up shit but my hands
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And this is just me growing up
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Courtney Artesia, Kino and Vish, please support me I need ya
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But in reality an artist is supposed to be supported by easels
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But in the meanwhile, I'm just supported by evil
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[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
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I'm no longer fuckin' amused
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I mean I addressed this shit on "Cut You Loose"
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How long am I supposed to stick around for this fuckin' abuse?
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Every time I go to leave, I figure "fuck is the use?"
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I endure it for the true fans that covered that new
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Or is that just another fuckin' excuse?
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Do I do it for attention cause I crave it, I won't mention it, I'll save it
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If you know me than you know a nigga treasure anonymity
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Nigga thought that as a man, you must be kiddin' me
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And I'm starting to feel like my fans are now condemning me
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Listen, I don't owe y'all shit
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Same Joe I am today is the same Joe y'all get
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Y'all will interrupt a nigga while he at his place of worship
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And think that came along with your 20 dollar purchase
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You bought the music, not the nigga that made it
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But let me touch up on that nigga that made it
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If you're judging me on actions then I'll take that L every time
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If you include "Joe Budden is a corny mah'fucker"
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Cause all it mean if I'm a corny mah'fucker
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Is the greatest rapper ever's just a corny mah'fucker
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My bad, I'm not as street as you
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But all this time I was being me, not being you
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I get behind that mic, let all my demons through
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Without knowing shit about the people that I'm speaking to
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Add that to me not seeing a reason to
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And that says a lot in a room full of silence, listen...
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At 21 I had a drug problem
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At 31 still drugs is a problem
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But the thing about that pill is it made everything real
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And I felt I needed to see
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Funny thing about it all, I ain't like what I saw
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Now the Lord's voice is in my head like
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"You'll be DEAD soon for questioning me"
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Another lesson for me
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Far greater than whatever I profess it to be
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Cause if left to me, I'd put our eyes in our brains
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| We'd over-think what |
