Verse I
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Freestyle¡¯s and Hooks, exiled like crooks, baggy jeans my style judge by the looks
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Shook by parliament I mean society I in me starting this riot up inside of me
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I could by my own suit, and switch up my Tim Boots
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the funny thing is I make more money than you do,
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So classify me as a backpacker manufactured
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I¡¯ll spit on the mic to spite your laughter
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I¡¯m only young once what¡¯s your rush, In God I trust don¡¯t mold me I¡¯ll never adjust
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I think you¡¯ve got the wrong person
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So what makes a bad person rappin¡¯ cursing skating rappin hurting
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Who¡¯s a Saint? I¡¯m still learning.
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So take me to the hospital or just check yourself
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you got enough would in your eye to make a shelf
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Can¡¯t say I ain¡¯t done it, judged or got blunted,
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next time confronted I¡¯ll shine my boxers out in public.
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Verse II
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It¡¯s not that I want your respect or need feel except
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Through God I got rest I see you do reject
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Huh, looking at me like you know me, judge me by my clothing skeptical, and all knowing
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Step in a room now a days and all eye brows raise,
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is it my sexy face or my messy hair state,
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(I hope it¡¯s) it must be the spirit on me saved by grace
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Know apology constantly around like monopoly
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Courtesy of your ignorance, and people looking different
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I stay diligent, and tell my story over instruments
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I¡¯m not your average adolescence arrogant or disrespecting parents
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Hold your tongue in, say nothing ye mumbling the alphabet
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Not accurate a false package I otta charge ye for harassment
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So the next time I purchase clothes or someone serves me
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I¡¯m showing love why don¡¯t you, show me some courtesy
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Verse III
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I still remember this occasion back when I was teenaging raging like I lack the patience
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Walk into a mall for a purchase,
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store clerk looking kind a nervous all hawk eyed, and merciless
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Chill for a second what you dealing with I wasn¡¯t gonna steel it you freaking all serious,
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Easy on the judgment you gone blown your trumpet,
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kid looking rugged think I¡¯m tripping on some substance,
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It¡¯s not your fault you were born that way, gone astray thinking ever child teens a renegade,
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Let me shed some light on your blindness open up your iris,
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ye hinis don¡¯t check the black or the whiteness,
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It¡¯ all about equality word if you follow me,
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Love your neighbor as yourself what! That¡¯s my policy
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Hook
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You don¡¯t even know me you don¡¯t know me (echo)
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So insecure I guess you judging me (echo)
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I¡¯m not the type of guy that wants acceptance
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Not influenced by what people say
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U Don't Know Me
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Manafest |