(Hook)
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Have you eva been incarcerated by yo mind?
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I dunno, I dunno, they say I'm pro'ly outta town
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I got home, I got home, turn it in for something that I can't get back
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I pray the Lord my soul to take, we ate the trap
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(Verse)
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See, the future ain't promised, tomorrow ain't servin'
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I'm livin' fo the moment, sick and tryna be perfect
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I'da done all the dirt, put in work, tryna surface
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What's the purpose, what's the purpose, is it worth it?
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Not fo' certain. Hearin' voices in my head
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Feelin' poison in my bed
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I can live my whole life tryna poison you instead
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I feel like Michael Jackson, he's a pain, won't let me sleep
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I feel like I been rappin', since today I touch the streets
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I'mma kill me a nigga if I eva go broke
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Have you eva been broke and had to rob you a stowe
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I been poor my whole life, watch my parents fuss and fight
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Here we newtin' with the panthers, here we newtin' on the bike
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It's all the same it's all the samae
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Ain't nothin' change, it's all the same
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If I give up, then you win it, and I ain't neva lost a thing
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Except virginity, ability, ability, so meanacy
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It's killin' me, I keep it transparent, a parent, hope you feelin'
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Hook)
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Have you eva been incarcerated by yo mind?
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I dunno, I dunno, they say I'm pro'ly outta town
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I got home, I got home, turn it in for something that I can't get back
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I pray the Lord my soul to take, we ate the trap
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Fuck, this on my mind, and I really shud x5
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(Verse)
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This dirty pistol stupid
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My label got no clue just what to do with me
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They think I'm Odd Future when I'm Isaac Hayes
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Marvin Gaye, hot, tryna redefine gravity
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All I know is pain, when it rains, it don't wash away
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In the shower let it come, water run down my face
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Slit my wrist, watch the blood whirlpool down the drain
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Plot revenge on every nigga that doubted me
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That's suicide and outta lead, the only one who doubts is me
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Some sabotage, tall the dirt and (???)
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Just a mirage, all along that shit was pro'ly me
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Money's camouflage, that explains why a dolla's green
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That's why we like to hide in it, just to dodge our enemies
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I should have wrote the song coming home on the G-Train
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Always feel alone, no reason for the nice days(?)
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Rain rain rain, go away, but another thing's the sun neva come out
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These clouds neva dissipate, scared of this great sun
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And my something they don't give me
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They treat me like a mess, they show 'em (???)
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Indicated but a dull reflexion of my pigment
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These white boys watching to the void and get their Bentley
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I'm rappin' 'bout my life, I ain't rappin' 'bout no kid shit
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I'm rappin' fo my sanity, that line just ain't a lyric
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Scream it in my four corner room, no one hears it
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I'mma kill me a nigga if I eva go broke
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I'mma kill me a nigga if I eva lose hope
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Sling dope for morals, for what you stand fo
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These bitches need they red bottoms, they should stay (???), nigga
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Out Of Time
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| Jabee |
