[Verse 1:]
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Yo I'll be the last man standing
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my hands cramped, can't see
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my family cant stand me cause I grew to be an MC
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my girl's sick and tired of not gettin attention
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really she thinks I'm fucked doesn't wanna be mentioned
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my competition is why I do this
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and all my clothes are too big
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one exception, my shoes fit
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I got my priorities straight but can't figure them out
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so i'ma even them out in to equal amounts, yo
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it's only seldom my career
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forget the past class still an action skill
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reachin maximum, my overdrives extensive
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runnin off of stress
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sick of gettin bills should've gave a false address
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my pulse can't rest I'm all a mess
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my life is a twist, writin' this shit, enlighten you clique
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recitin' the script, to keep my metal intact
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gettin' mad writin' lyrics and my pencil will snap
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the formatted flow that functions ferocious
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got animated attitude to attempt to approach this
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let your flow spit my departures hopeless
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and now you know this, no excuse when I flow shit
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[Chorus: x2]
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This is my li-i-i-i-ife
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and I'm doin' what I want (like)
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drinkin alcohol 'til I'm drunk (right)
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and you ain't go no say in my life
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so mind your own business
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[Verse 2:]
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Yo my whole anatomy got a world of people mad at me
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[?] got people chasin after me
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my faculty is actually sitting near the back of me
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ground squad pound hard think about it, it has to be
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and actively we ? work, rap for free
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makin' moves and the money, that's strategy
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practically you only half of me, I'm last to bleed
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and keep it tight like a family, yo but anyway
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I'm gonna take this to another level
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try to compare and I'll distort your shit like heavy metal
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my mind is temperamental, makin these instrumentals
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still essential, but so much potential
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innovate, no stencil, drawn with pencil
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keep eventful, lettin loose, fuck confidential
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this is me and i'ma let it all out with the mic in my hand
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make you jump on command, ah damn
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only so much I can take before I break out this weapon
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and start lyrically infectin'
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then put down my foot on kids who impose
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leave you stone cold frozen, now who's open
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[Chorus x2]
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My Life
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