[Verse 1:]
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Riddle me this, riddle me that
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Why if I wanna rap I need a strap?
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A couple goons cookin' crack
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Posted up in the trap, I don't understand that
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What if I wanna tell y'all that we never got to ball
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'Cause my stepdad was gone with a nose full of rock
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And my momma used to work 40 hours on the line
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Probably thinkin' that I'm lyin' or I'm [?]
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How I'm a tell y'all to sell dope?
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I watched the dopeman make my family broke
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I understand that you're trying to survive
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But my pops smokin' hard and I'm watching him die
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So excuse me if I ain't trappin' on the beat
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But I'm rappin' for that boy that got his mammy in the street
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And she twurkin' for that rock, if my album never pop
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I'll listen to that homie Doc, he said [?]
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[Verse 2:]
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Riddle me this, riddle me that
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Tell my why you lyin' in your raps
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I know you tryna make a couple stacks
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Hear I'm rappin' 'bout the trap and you really feelin' that
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But everybody know that you really from the 'burbs
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And unless it's in a tree you ain't never seen a bird
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You can front all you want, but it's never gon' work
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'Cause you just [?]
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And even if you get all the fame
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The attention you want, people screaming your name
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You be empty inside, and it won't mean a thang
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'Cause you just [?]
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Go'n say what you want, but I'll tell you in the end
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I don't never have to move, I'm at home in my skin
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Checkin' my head when I hear the record spin
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I'm like [?]
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[Verse 3:]
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Riddle me this, riddle me that
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Why you judging everybody where you at?
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We know life is a wrestle, matter of fact
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And I'm watching Mr. Perfect get slammed on the mat
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See everybody know you ain't got it figured out
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And when somebody fall you just kick 'em when they're down
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You hide a whole lot of sin, but we ain't found it out
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'Cause you so good at [?]
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I know you really feel so guilty
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Never knew the Lord, cling to things so filthy
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So you point the finger at others so people won't see you
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And say, "he just [?] "
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Go'n keep it real 'cause I know it's kinda hard
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Tryna front like you perfect, but the only one is God
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Sent his Son for your sin, boy you can finally live
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So [?]
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Aye man [?]
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You know you ain't perfect [?] so keep it real.
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Riddle Me This
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Derek Minor |