| You gotta, hope for the best, prepare for the worst
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| It’s never over 'til you’re rollin' all alone inside that hearse
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| And there’s, one life, one death, one path that’s yours
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| So run fast, full blast, kick back them doors
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| I know sometimes your mental state will try to misguide you
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| Mislead you into thinkin' that you’ve got the devil right beside you
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| Perhaps you’re thinking you’re sinkin'
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| And slowly slippin' by misguided intuition
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| Which is one more part of inhibitions (?)
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| You’ve got to be yourself no matter what the cost
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| And if others don’t like it
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| Tell those player haters just to (fuck off!)
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| Don’t waste your time on pettiness or petty people
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| See they wanna spread evil to make up for the fact that ____ people
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| You’ve got to rise above 'em; |
| take them with a grain of salt
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| Never subscribe to negativity, homie assume the force
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| And imitation is the greatest form of flattery
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| That’s how I’ve been rappin' for 10 years;
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| And kept my sanity!
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| You gotta, hope for the best, prepare for the worst
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| It’s never over 'til you’re rollin' all alone inside that hearse
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| And there’s, one life, one death, one path that’s yours
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| So run fast, full blast, kick back them doors
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| Them people are afraid of things that they don’t understand
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| So never take it personally, just try to be the bigger man
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| I hope you find some inspiration from this song
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| That you can take away from, maybe you can break free from these limitations
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| It’s all inside your head, and if you think about it
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| When you know that you’re the shit
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| There ain’t nothing no one can say about it
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| Keep that ego to a minimal, try to stay respectful
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| Not cynical, this is critical, stay original
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| There’s no respect for an imitation, carbon copy
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| And never take for granted friends or family, man, or become sloppy
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| These are the words to live by, when you’re an artist
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| And maybe one day you will understand it, when you’re the hardest emcee
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| You gotta, hope for the best, prepare for the worst
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| It’s never over 'til you’re rollin' all alone inside that hearse
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| And there’s, one life, one death, one path that’s yours
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| So run fast, full blast, kick back them doors |