| It’s crazy how you show love and may not get it back
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| It’s crazy how it’s no love and ain’t no lookin' back
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| It’s crazy how they tell lies and leave out all the facts
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| My honor is intact, I gotta stay on track
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| Would you ride for me, or would you even have my back?
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| And yo, it’s odd to see the results of all of that
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| The other side of me tellin' me I should fall back
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| And I should, probably
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| Really, shit don’t be all that (uh)
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| Checks, they write 'em
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| They leanin' on 'em, I might sign
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| Cash, they got it
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| Swear I don’t wanna struggle for a lifetime
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| I just wanna live in a place that’s like paradise
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| Got me rollin' this pair of dice where I ain’t livin' right
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| The older I get, it’s like the more time I lose
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| Father Time’s catchin' up to me, how much I got to prove?
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| And never givin' up, it’s not a fight you wanna lose
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| This ain’t equality, look at how the write the rules
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| They like fools, they write the news
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| Hit you with propaganda and scams, you might bruise
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| You gotta separate the real from what’s true or not
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| In the midst of lies, it’s hard to tell what’s true or not
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| I just get to the bag, and they can kiss my ass
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| Cop my folk the newest Jag with the paper tag
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| Be innovative, I just get more creative
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| Fuck goin' out as a coward, rather go out blazin'
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| And that’s real talk, nigga
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| It’s violent where I’m from, get your body chalked, nigga
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| Checks, they write 'em
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| They leanin' on 'em, I might sign
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| Cash, they got it
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| Swear I don’t wanna struggle for a lifetime
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| Checks, they write 'em
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| They leanin' on 'em, I might sign
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| Cash, they got it
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| Swear I don’t wanna struggle for a lifetime |