| Look at me, what you see?
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| Is it him or me? |
| Critic’s is dissing me hard was this meant to be?
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| The feeling I’m feeling is real, and it’s stealing, the meaning to stay in this
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| field
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| Many men of tried it, few have ever made it
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| Most taken out fighting sin temptations
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| I separate my English, like the French
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| When I fall, get down repent, what don’t ye get?
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| Rocking me constantly, being somebody, the pressures is calling me
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| God and society
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| If do I could fall, if I don’t I will crawl
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| It’s so hard having all, isn’t this what I want
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| I stepped out, fell down, Got up, what now
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| Put yourself in my shoes, with my crew
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| I lose take a ride right through my mind, birds eye view
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| I stopped caring what yall think a year ago, here we go, radio, video
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| Stereo, types cause I’m white, the harder I write, the more lies on my life
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| Ye tell it in spite
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| Right to my face, or stab me in the back
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| Manic depressive no, but I might just snap
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| This position’s warn out, I want out
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| It’s what I wanted not what I thought
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| It was when I was poor now I’m cornered
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| Knowing now it’s in the past with the wack raps
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| I’m signing 99 hundred 9 lines of autographs
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| Most significant feeling like I’m infinite
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| Critics used to kick my backside now they kissing it
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| What a switch up, thought I’d a give up
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| Ridiculous, how I ended up, so what
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| I ain’t so different, yeah I’m a Christian
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| Living still winning you got counterfeit religion
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| I say it in my lines in ye face up to rise
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| You hating on something that you ain’t even tried |