| Can I be me? |
| Can I do what I do?
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| Can I, freak my style? |
| 'Cause it ain’t nothing like you
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| Can I walk my own path? |
| Dude you, step out my shoes!
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| You done been where I been, you did paid all my dues?
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| Plus you, rap with El' yet both of you equal
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| You got, something to say, you in the D with your people, yeah!
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| You are not me, and I’m not you
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| Just, give me space nigga, just move!
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| I, rep the D, the way I do
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| I can’t be you, I won’t be you
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| I got soul in me, that’s older than you
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| I got my man’s with me, we colder than you
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| Can I, be all that a nigga can be?
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| Can I, show you places that you never would see?
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| Can I, ball out, and never look at receipts?
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| Can I, sit back in a luxury seat?
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| Can you respect who I am? |
| 'Cause I love to be me
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| But I hate those dudes who’s trying to be me
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| Be with me, or be against me
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| But don’t be fake, keep it real with me, get me?
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| See what I see? |
| Then walk with me, walk with me
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| Feel what I feel? |
| Then talk to me, talk to me
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| Live where I live, and go with me, go with me
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| Yeah, I’mma show you where I’m from, where I’m from
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| See what I see? |
| Then walk with me, walk with me
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| Feel what I feel? |
| Then talk to me, talk to me
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| Live where I live, and go with me, go with me
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| I’mma show you where I’m from, where I’m from
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| I’mma show you where I’m from, where I’m from
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| I’mma show you where I’m from, where I’m from
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| I’mma show you where I’m from, where I’m from
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| I’mma show you where I’m from, where I’m from
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| Can I, share with you everything in my soul?
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| From what I, hear in my ears when clearing my nose
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| From what my, eyes have seen, what I’ve felt with my hands
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| What, my heart has felt, when I fail to understand Why, we be going through it,
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| just barely getting by
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| Wake up from nightmares, up early getting high
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| Just trying to forget I had a dream
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| I was chased by a killer, I shot him, he fell
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| Turned him over, his face was familiar
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| But let me knock on wood
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| Yo, you’re supposed to keep your, enemies close
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| That go for every block or hood
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| I, would like to walk inside a church and not feel guilty
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| Paying my tithes with dirty money, every bill’s filthy
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| I hate to feel like I’m alone on this earth
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| Like my mother, with no support through my moments of birth
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| And I know that I shouldn’t be relying on sess'
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| But every time I get high, I get wild with stress
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| But Lord, I want to walk in the steps of your son
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| But it’s hard when they pull your card, and your weapon’s a gun
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| There’s no exception, and dumb niggas, they can get it too
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| Leave they condition critical, maybe I’m just a fool
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| But can you speak through me, and teach the ones under me?
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| Already thinking this is all they ever gonna see
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| Cops hitting the block, and niggas on the corner flee
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| What a poor ghetto child’ll do for a G
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| See what I see? |
| Then walk with me, walk with me
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| Feel what I feel? |
| Then talk to me, talk to me
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| Live where I live, and go with me, go with me
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| Yeah, I’mma show you where I’m from, where I’m from
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| See what I see? |
| Then walk with me, walk with me
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| Feel what I feel? |
| Then talk to me, talk to me
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| Live where I live, and go with me, go with me
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| I’mma show you where I’m from, where I’m from
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| I’mma show you where I’m from, where I’m from
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| I’mma show you where I’m from, where I’m from
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| I’mma show you where I’m from, where I’m from
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| I’mma show you where I’m from, where I’m from |