| One thing about pain, pain is universal
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| It don’t matter how much money you got
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| It don’t matter how bad your financial situation is
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| Pain is the one thing that everybody in the world can relate to
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| You can’t run from it, you can’t escape it
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| It’s really a part of life
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| It’s all about how you deal with it
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| Them decisions you make on how you deal with it will determine
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| Just how bad your next experience with pain will be
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| And that’s a fact
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| Sometimes I ask the Lord, «Is this my calling?»
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| So many days (Ayy), the sky feel like it’s falling
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| Mama said, «Pray (Pray), you got the devil on you
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| Gotta clean your spirit 'cause your past is tryna haunt you»
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| I was gettin' so high, I couldn’t even function (Yeah)
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| If you don’t want to die, you gotta do somethin' (Mm-mm)
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| So many nights I cried early in the morning (Oh, yeah, yeah)
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| Oh yeah, you gotta do somethin' (Oh)
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| Sometimes I ask the Lord, «Is this my calling?»
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| So many days (Ayy), the sky feel like it’s falling
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| Mama said, «Pray (Pray), you got the devil on you
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| Gotta clean your spirit 'cause your past is tryna haunt you»
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| I was gettin' so high, I couldn’t even function (Yeah)
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| If you don’t want to die, you gotta do somethin' (Mm-mm)
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| So many nights I cried early in the morning (Yeah, yeah)
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| Oh yeah, you gotta do somethin'
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| (Nino Man)
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| In my crib, it wasn’t food snacks or BET
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| Just a old-ass TV and EBT (Shit)
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| No cable, just a bootleg DVD
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| I quit school and got my GED (I'm out)
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| I went straight to the block
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| Started trappin', Mama said she ain’t got it
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| Reason why these niggas wild 'cause it ain’t shit in their wallet (Gang)
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| While these niggas moving foul, I’m tryna get a deposit
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| How you broke but think you gettin' it poppin'? |
| (Nah)
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| Man, these niggas be chillin' (Chillin')
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| Wastin' time but they think they be livin'
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| Out their mind, who they think they be kidding? |
| (Who?)
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| Gotta make a decision
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| Find a drive, then go make a collision (Skkrt)
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| I would die for this shit that I visioned (Word)
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| Most these niggas is lames (Lames)
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| They be chasin' waves lookin' like big phonies
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| Lost in the sauce, callin' young niggas, 'Big homie' (Clown)
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| Glove on, Mick Foley, look at this big .40 (Woo)
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| People got their hands out and never did shit for me
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| Sometimes I ask the Lord, «Is this my calling?»
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| So many days (Ayy), the sky feel like it’s falling
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| Mama said, «Pray (Pray), you got the devil on you
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| Gotta clean your spirit 'cause your past is tryna haunt you»
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| I was gettin' so high, I couldn’t even function (Yeah)
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| If you don’t want to die, you gotta do somethin' (Mm-mm)
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| So many nights I cried early in the morning (Oh, yeah, yeah)
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| Oh yeah (Ayy, this Blanco), you gotta do somethin' (Oh)
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| Look, Codeine in my liver, feelin' disconnected
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| Reachin' out to God, but he ain’t get the message (No)
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| Wakin' up at noon, cigarette for breakfast
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| Mama said I’m livin' reckless, Yola got the crib infested (Mama)
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| They think this rap shit lit
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| Drinkin' heavy 'cause I seen my man cap get twist (Damn)
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| In my city, all that dope runnin' rampant
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| The youngins OD before the plug get to stamp it, goddamn it
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| Henny in my body, got my liver too (Faded)
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| If brodie up the pole, then that’s a business move
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| They don’t remember what you did, just what you didn’t do (Don't remember)
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| You think you know, but you don’t know the shit we livin' through (Gang)
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| Shit, I’ve been out my mind since my brother died
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| Eyes rollin' back in his head, starin' above the sky
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| Santeria couldn’t make him come alive
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| Probably with the other side, Reaper sung a lullaby
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| Sometimes I ask the Lord, «Is this my calling?»
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| So many days (Ayy), the sky feel like it’s falling
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| Mama said, «Pray (Pray), you got the devil on you
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| Gotta clean your spirit 'cause your past is tryna haunt you»
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| I was gettin' so high, I couldn’t even function (Yeah)
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| If you don’t want to die, you gotta do somethin' (Mm-mm)
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| So many nights I cried early in the morning (Oh, yeah, yeah)
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| Oh yeah, you gotta do somethin' (Oh) (Haha)
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| They say the biggest part of life is accepting your role (Know that)
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| And everything is for sale except for your soul (Uh-huh) |
| And everything is reachable except for your goals
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| It’s just pain, no love (No love), no X’s and O’s
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| Had to cover up the mouse holes (Mm), drugs in the household (Uh-huh)
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| Sneakers too tight, you had to wear 'em without soles (Facts)
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| Sleepin' with a sweatsuit on 'cause the house cold (I'm freezin' in here)
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| Searchin' through the loaf to find the bread without mold (Woo)
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| Intro’s done, I’m just workin' on the outro (Word)
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| Bank account is on steroids now, 'bout gold (Haha)
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| They know I could buy it, they give it to me, that’s a clout goal
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| Although I’m successful, I can’t figure this shit out though (Can't figure this
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| shit out)
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| Had to open my mind for me to free it (Uh)
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| It wasn’t designed for me to be it (Nah)
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| They don’t understand (Uh-uh), the Union is similar to Soviet (Woo)
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| If you look in my eyes, then you could see it
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| Something’s wrong, yeah
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| Sometimes I ask the Lord, «Is this my calling?»
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| So many days (Ayy), the sky feel like it’s falling (What?)
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| Mama said, «Pray (Pray), you got the devil on you
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| Gotta clean your spirit 'cause your past is tryna haunt you»
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| I was gettin' so high, I couldn’t even function (Yeah)
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| If you don’t want to die, you gotta do somethin' (Mm-mm)
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| So many nights I cried early in the morning (Oh, yeah, yeah)
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| Oh yeah, you gotta do somethin' (Oh)
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| So much pain in my body, I had to do something
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| I had to do something
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| Take a little pain, storms in the rain
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| They say, «When life give you lemons, you gotta make lemonade,» yeah
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| They say, «When life give you lemons, you gotta make lemonade,» mm, yeah
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| They say, «When life give you lemons, gotta make—»
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| Fuck that
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| They say, «When life give you lemons, you gotta make lemonade»
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| They say, «When life give you lemons, gotta—» |