| They say «What's happenin'?»
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| We say the facts and if, they lie
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| We comin' back for them
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| They might say… but they don’t know!
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| (They say, they say…)
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| They don’t knowwwww
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| They say a nigga lost his mind
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| But in the scheme of things I never lost a rhyme
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| The thin line between love and hatred
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| I’m the black pill in the Matrix, the saturated life
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| They say life is what you make it
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| So I wait quick on a spaceship so I can take it
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| As high as the stakes get when paper get low
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| I be tellin' Derick, «Tell Cara get us a show»
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| Little Com, I make righteous bitches get low
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| The richest man ain’t necessarily the nigga with dough
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| They say «You ripped» «Wow…» Yea, that’s what they say
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| My niggas couldn’t tell it was me, like Jamie in Ray
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| Paintin' a day, wit focused crime, broads, and good wine
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| They say «Dope is sour so it’s homework and hood crimes»
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| I stood mine, for forever and a day so goodbye
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| They never could say — tell 'em, J
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| They say «What's happenin'?»
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| We say the facts and if, they lie
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| We comin' back for them
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| They might say… but they don’t know!
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| (They say, they say…)
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| They don’t knowwwww
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| Ahh… The sweet taste of victory
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| Go head and breathe it in like antihistamine
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| I know they sayin' «Damn, Ye snapped with this beat!»
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| Fuck you expect? |
| I’ve got a history
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| Groupie love now, gotta be them wheels!
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| Haters back down, gotta be that steel!
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| I know they can’t wait till ya outta ya deal!
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| Look how they did D’Angelo ask him how do it feel!
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| My best friends worry bout me
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| 'Cause they know when you famous
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| And you had made cash
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| The media aims at us
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| And you be up so high
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| If you ever fall off, it feel like a plane crash
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| But God don’t ever give me nothin' I can’t handle
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| So please don’t ever give me records I can’t sample
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| So I could vacate where it ain’t no channels
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| But it’s quite okay for a gangsta to wear sandals
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| They say because of the fame and stardom
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| I’m somewhere in between the church and insane asylum
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| I guess it’s messin' with my health then
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| And this verse so crazy when I finish
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| I’m just gon' check myself in — again
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| They say «What's happenin'?»
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| We say the facts and if, they lie
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| We comin' back for them
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| They might say… but they don’t know!
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| (They say, they say…)
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| They don’t knowwwww
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| They say «Dude think he righteous»
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| I write just to free minds, from Stony to Rikers
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| Amongst the lifeless, in a world crazy as Mike is
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| On my paper, whether its weed or Isis
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| They say «life is a game,» so I play hard
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| Writin for my life 'cause I’m scared of a day job
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| They say «Sef kept the hood together»
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| I tell the young, «We can’t play the hood forever»
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| Play my cards right, they say I went too left
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| They showed me strange love, like I was Mr. F
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| Played chess in this game of, pawns and knights
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| Now I claim «King» like Don, or Frank White
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| They say my life is comparable to Christ
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| The way I sacrificed, and resurrected, twice
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| They say «The crochet pants and the sweater was wack»
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| Seen the corner, now they say «That nigga’s back,» uh
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| They say «What's happenin'?»
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| We say the facts and if, they lie
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| We comin' back for them
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| They might say… but they don’t know!
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| (They say, they say…)
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| They don’t knowwwww |