(feat. John Legend, Kanye West)
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[Chorus: John Legend]
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They say "What's happenin'?"
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We say the facts and if, they lie...
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We comin' back for them
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They might say... but they don't know!
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(They say, They say...)
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They don't knowwwww
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[Verse 1: Common]
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They say a nigga lost his mind
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But in the scheme of things I never lost a rhyme
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The thin line between love and hatred
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I'm the black pill in the Matrix, the saturated life
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They say life is what you make it
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So I wait quick on a spaceship so I can take it
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As high as the stakes get when paper get low
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I be tellin Derick, "Tell Kara get us a show"
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Little Com, I make righteous bitches get low
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The richest man aint necessarily the nigga wit dough
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They say "You ripped" "Wow..." Yea, that's what they say
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My niggaz couldn't tell it was me, like Jamie in Ray
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Paintin a day, wit focused crime, broads, and good wine
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They say "Dope is sour so it's homework and hood crimes"
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I stood mine, for forever and a day so goodbye
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They never could say - tell 'em, J
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Kanye West]
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Ahh... The sweet taste of victory
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Go head and breath it in like antihistamine
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I know they sayin "Damn, Yay snapped wit this beat!"
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Fuck you expect? I've got a history
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Groupie love now, gotta be them wheels!
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Haters back down, gotta be that steel!
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I know they cant wait till ya outta ya deal!
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Look how they did D'Angelo ask em how do it feel!
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My best friends worry bout me
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Cause they know when you famous/fame-ass
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And you had made cash the media aims at us and you be up so high
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if you ever fall off, it feel like a plane crash
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But God don't ever give me nothin I cant handle
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So please don't ever give me records I cant sample
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So I could vacate where it aint no channels
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but it's quite ok for a gangsta to wear sandals
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They say because of the fame and stardom
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I'm somewhere in between the church and insane asylum
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I guess it's messin with my health then
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And this verse so crazy when I finish
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I'm just gon check myself in - again
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[Chorus]
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[Kanye West:] "Uh!" (hey!)
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[Verse 3: Common]
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They say "Dude think he righteous"
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I write just to free minds, from Stoney to Rikers
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Amongst the lifeless, in a world crazy as Mike is
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On my paper, whether its weed or Isis
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They say "life is a game," so I play hard
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Writin for my life cause I'm scared of a day job
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They say "Sef kept the hood together"
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I tell the young, "We can't play the hood forever"
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Play my cards right, they say I went to left
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They showed me strange love, like I was Mr. F
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Played chess in this game of, pawns and knights
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Now I claim "King" like Don, or Frank White
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They say my life is comparable to Christ's
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The way I sacrificed, and resurrected, twice
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They say "The crochet pants and the sweater was wack"
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Seen "The Corner", now they say "That nigga's back," uh...
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[Chorus]
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They Say...
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| Common |
