[Intro:]
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You motherfuckers are quick to judge. It's all good though. You don't know shit about shit. If you only knew what I do, if you only knew what I could do. If you could only see what I could see you would probably stop bothering me
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[Verse 1: Hopsin]
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I independently started this shit
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Marketing hits, starving for chips
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No gasoline to start off the whip
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Felt like the only nigga labels wasn't bargaining with
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My heart has been ripped, I stuck with it as hard as it gets
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These producers would always blow me off
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Now that I'm blowing up, they don't recall
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Talking about "Yo, you my homie, dawg"
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Oh, now you wanna hop on the Hop train
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Knowing damn well since '04 I had hot flames
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My real buddies was mainly the worst
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Hatin' to shoot my videos without me paying them first
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So I slide 'em 100 bucks to watch 'em bitch on how it ain't enough
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That money got my cell, internet and cable cut!
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A real homie would've gave a fuck
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And not expect to pay upfront
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Then get the money later when I'm making some
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Nobody saw the bigger picture except me
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They neglect me
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Only thing that protects me is FV
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[Hook:]
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You don't always have to stick by my side
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Just make sure you remember me when I die
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I am raw, I am raw
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Just to let you niggas know
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Bitch I am raw, I am raw
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Don't forget me when I'm gone
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Bitch I am raw
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[Verse 2: SwizZz]
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I was a high school grad preparing to go to college
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An enthusiastic freshman, major in Economics
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I didn't have a clue what to expect to be honest
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Banging beats in my dorm, streaming Pornhub constant
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I figured I could make it out in 4 years tops
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Study religiously and graduate, apply for a job
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The rap thing was secondary, I was putting it off
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Calling it quits, assuming "I have better chances playing golf"
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My third year came and suddenly that changed
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I couldn't bear watching my mom at home suffering pain
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Tryna fight off the strain of only having half a stomach
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Plus a handicap back from a surgery that helped nothing!
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So I returned to the valley and called the homie
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Hop was on Ruthless getting shelved like a trophie
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I told him how I left my life in the OC
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And we concluded we could both use FV
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Hopsin]
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This was written for niggas who wouldn't give me dap
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Niggas who told me that I had sissy rap
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This was written for all the bitches I used to called who never hit me back
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Until they heard the word I was buzzin', c'mon don't give me that
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You backed out, now you tryna roll with my click?
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Where the fuck were you when my signing bonus was spent?
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Where the fuck were you when I got the notice for rent
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Saying I was getting evicted and I was hopeless as shit?
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See I keep some names handy and you got thrown on the list
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That's how you know that I'm pissed
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I got you, don't even trip
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Cause I'm rude over the nicest beats
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You had to go ignite the heat
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You might agree to beef, but yo I'm not the type you'd like to meet
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Life's indeed a journey that I have yet to finish
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Hopefully my career's something that will be epidemic
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You'll always know it's Hopsin the way I wreck a sentence
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Realness, I represent it
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Raw, I'm the definition
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[Hook]
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I Am RAW
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Hopsin |