Yeah, uh
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Uh, yea
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Yea, uh
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Fayettenam, nigga
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Hahaah uh
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Carolina, nigga
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Yeah, Yea, let's bring it in
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Yea, this is for my niggas in the struggle
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Yea, this is for my niggas in the struggle
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Uh, uh, uh,
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Nothing but sweat, tears,
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Just another perspective,
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Yeah
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Yo, uh
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Lifestyles of the young, black and genius,
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Sons strapped with guns packed in jeans,
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And the blunts got my lungs black as Jesus, (yea)
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Play with killers hung yack and slung crack for leisure,
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And tell a nigga run that and gun clap for sneakers,
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Young niggas emulate what's coming out the speakers,
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So everything we learn came from rappers, not teachers,
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Cause if we can't relate, then how the hell you gonna reach us?
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Surrounded by crooked cops and preachers, (yea) Where my trust at?
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No time to think about illegal when my stomachs touching,
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By any means, nigga, even if the gun is busted,
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I see the world for what it is now,
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I see the odds is looking slim for our kids now,
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Cause, uh, it was a set up for my people to rise, (yea)
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My niggas slang, but I see the pain deep in they eyes,
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Niggas living like they don't give a fuck,
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And I don't blame 'em, it's a cold world, live it up! (live it up)
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The things that I've seen, (seen)
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The dreams that I dream, (dream)
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The rain in my sky,
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The pain in my eyes
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But know that it gets better baby,
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Hope that it gets better baby,
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Don't let this world break you, (you) naw, naw,
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Don't let them break you, (you)
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Yea, uh
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I look up in the sky, see that ghetto birds circulate,
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And rollers on the block, my niggas on the curb, cursin them, (fuck)
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Another day in the ville, do I stay in and chill? (no)
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Or go play in the field?
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Help my mother paying these bills, you tell me, nigga!
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We all young, black, some strapped,
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Them whites had they lunch pack for school, we had our guns stacked.
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And all a nigga wanna do is take his mother from that,
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But they'd rather lock us up and make sure we don't come back.
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To kill a nigga over beef and cheddar is even better,
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Just one less coon they won't have to arrest.
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Fuck a crooked cop three times,
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Bitch, I'm getting cake and ain't a nigga finna eat mine,
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That's why a nigga looking like a street sign, (yea)
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Posted on the corner 'til it's sleep time.
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Wake up and it's feeling like somebody hit the rewind, (why)
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Cause them ghetto birds circulate, my niggas steal purse and 'em,
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Another day in the city, my niggas say it with me, yea!
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The things that I've seen, (seen)
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The dreams that I dream, (dream)
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The rain in my sky,
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The pain in my eyes
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But know that it gets better baby,
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Hope that it get better baby,
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Don't let this world break you, (you) naw, naw,
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Don't let them break you, (you)
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Lil Ghetto Nigga
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J. Cole |