[Intro]
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Hurt, to think that you lied to me
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Hurt, way down deep inside of me
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And it breaks my heart…
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[Verse 1: J. Cole]
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Get paid a pretty penny for my thoughts
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Im Hardaway with grammar, Im hot
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They only care 'bout a nigga when he hand the rock
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Or when he dishing the pill, or when he grippin' the steel
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Bailing out my brother, telling the lawyer “get the appeal”
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With the flick of the pen write the check and he out
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Two years later he be at my shows checking me out
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Know he proud of lil bro and how my records be out
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Flashbacks to childhood when he was deckin' me out
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Now it's clear lil Maine is the best mc out
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Hands down, flow water, can't drown
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My flow father, go harder, Cole smarter
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Shout out to fiends in Queens, I'm team no daughters
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[Bridge]
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I seen it all at this young age
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The only thing left to do is die and hit front page
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Should I knock on wood and pray like God forbid
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These hoes be poppin' pills, these niggas be poppin' shit, bitch
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[Hook]
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Pac on the mic in his prime
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They only care 'bout a nigga when he writing a rhyme, boy
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Kenny Lofton you feelin' my pace?
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They only care 'bout a nigga when he stealin' the base
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It's like I'm Wilt the Stilt, I'm fucking them all
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They only care 'bout a nigga when he dunkin' the ball
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And it breaks my heart
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The world's staged and I'm just playing my part
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[Verse 2]
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Just caught fire like a young Richard Pryor with unforgettable quotes
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They only care 'bout a nigga when tellin' a joke
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Or when he's sellin' his dope
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They tell the reverend “Man, I rather get to heaven with dope
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Then live in hell and be broke”
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Shout out to black man who beat the odds by yellin' for hope
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Today he asked if I could Twitter y'all and tell you to vote
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My nigga, how could I knowing what I know
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It's a game of charades, masquerade for the dough
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Read the teleprompter these niggas is actors on the low
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Yeah I voted for the nigga cause he got the best show
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Like I got the best flow
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On your mark, set, go
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Mama got us out the hood but we still
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[Bridge & Hook]
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[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
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I said, you wouldn't know the truth if it was right there in your face
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See I can't explain the feeling when feds surround your place
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In that PJ Rose, I drink that shit by the case
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Like somebody pray for me, Reverend Run, Pastor Mase
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See I do this for my homie he got caught with a soft eight
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When I say a soft eight, yeah that's two less than ten
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If they let him out today he gon' do it all again
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Say he lost the first time it won't stop until he win
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Street life will have you drunk, Im talkin serious Gin
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Screamin' Scarface, but we all know how that ends
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Every word is like dope, you can snort it like lines
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If I said it, then I meant it, they reciting' every line
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If I had to write a book, it would be the Life & Times
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Every verse is that work, you can weight it like a nine
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You see I lost a lot of niggas and it broke my heart
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Life is staged I just play my part
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[Hook]
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Kenny Lofton
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J. Cole |