| Some of my homies don’t even recognize that I got so much weight on my shoulders
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| They think I’m rollin' around in foreign motors, they callin' me up for closure
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| I don’t understand how it could be over
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| How you gon' hold me down? |
| I’m drownin' in soda
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| I take the blame for every mistake that I ever made, but some of you playin'
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| Some of you people really flawed, you changin' your ways
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| You passin' judgement on your dogs, got somethin' to say
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| You couldn’t set your pride aside, but I left my name wrote in stone like every
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| time
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| Now I’m just a rollin' stone of «neverminds»
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| Some people try tellin' me I should sever ties
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| But I went in my heart and reminisced on better times
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| Is your soul on sale?
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| Momma still tryna get up out the cycle of struggle
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| She like just turned fifty, I’m tryna see her for double
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| Label threw me a little check, but that shit really subtle
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| That money disappear as quick as your hustle
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| And I still, still got the world on my shoulders
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| People only see the lights and exposure
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| Got me smokin' on high hemp
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| This shit got me drownin' in doja
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| Think my momma right, this a indulgent
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| It’s broken, erosion, this moment is frozen
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| I’m tossin' and turnin', I’m lost in commotion
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| I can’t even control it, I fear
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| I just pray the Lord know that I’m sincere, yeah
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| God put this weight on me, hey (why?)
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| I told my girl go and leave the country
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| Bae, it’s better not to wait on me, yeah
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| Some my friends see a lot of progress
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| And they just wanna hate on me, hey, hey
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| But I never did succumb to the bullshit
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| Man, I’m tryna stay, homie
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| Yeah, tryna stay down, y’all just play around
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| Y’all just so caught up in that negative energy and you don’t recognize
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| Wanna work your problems out, gotta exercise
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| I was in the booth every day, tryna pressurize
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| I was puttin' in that work in, pleasure’s mine
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| Steppin' on my toes, steppin' down on my foes
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| Ridin' through the city with the rounds in the cold
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| Some people appear to try, even the lows
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| But does a lot of lines, gotta read into those
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| Nine years old, makin' beats on the stove
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| Sixteen, had an ounce, tryna sleep with the hoes
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| Have you ever seen a black sheep in a Rolls?
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| Turned my life around, we was creepin' in do’s
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| Little teen, smokin' on a piece in the bowl
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| Get to keep what you grow, goin' steep with these hoes
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| Then turn around when the Grim Reap at the do'
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| 'cause you reap what you sow, oh
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| God put this weight on me, hey (why?)
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| I told my girl go and leave the country
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| Bae, it’s better not to wait on me
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| Some might only seen a lot of progress
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| And they just wanna hate on me, yeah
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| But I never did succumb to the bullshit
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| Man, I’m tried to stay, homie
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| Yeah, tryna stay down
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| And people tried the most to hate on me
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| God put this fuckin' weight on me
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| God put a lot of weight on me
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| God put a lot of weight on me
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| God put a lot of weight on me
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| God put a lot of weight on me |