| I’m livin' like you should wanna know what I know
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| Remember this, you will always reap what you sow
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| Gotta keep it real, hold it down on the low
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| Never been fearin', nah, nah, nah, nah
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| So I wouldn’t know, I wouldn’t know
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| I wouldn’t know, I wouldn’t know
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| They say I’m goin' out my head right now
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| They say I’m gon' fail right now
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| Maybe you was countin' bands all night
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| You trappin' out the bando now?
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| I wouldn’t know
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| You ain’t runnin' the streets, you just runnin' your mouth
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| I don’t hear what they speak
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| I just walk like I talk, got that light to my path
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| And that lamp to my feet
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| But the feelin' so sweet, got me feelin' like a beast
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| A sickness and God as my witness
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| Boy, the foreign car makin' my pockets pretentious, Lord
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| Somebody help me
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| I done seen things I don’t wanna see
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| I’m out runnin' through the streets
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| Heard somebody callin' me and sayin' we should meet
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| But I wouldn’t know
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| Yeah, they probably talkin' 'bout me
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| Probably plenty of 'em sayin' that they doubt me
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| Keep them folk from 'round me
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| Father, keep me grounded
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| I wouldn’t know cause I never be around them, no
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| 20, 50, 100's, stuntin', stuntin', stuntin'
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| Look what we becomin'
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| Heard that reaper coming but this what you wanted
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| So I wouldn’t know
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| I’m livin' like you should wanna know what I know
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| Remember this, you will always reap what you sow
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| Gotta keep it real, hold it down on the low
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| Never been fearin', nah, nah, nah, nah
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| So I wouldn’t know, I wouldn’t know
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| I wouldn’t know, I wouldn’t know
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| Hundred bands, you got a hundred grand, hundred grand
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| That is easily a scholarship
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| You’d rather go the club and blow all of it
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| I don’t wanna judge, but you won’t get your honor, yeah
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| We don’t care what you did on the 'gram
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| Boy, you aborted the mission and I got the sonogram
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| Haven’t you, haven’t you noticed
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| Rappers they flex on the place where they come from
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| They brag that they eatin' while we got no groceries
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| American dreams
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| Barely Americans really do dream
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| That couldn’t leave heritage, we marry codeine
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| Start from the bottom and never do leave, geez
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| I am for the people, you are for the paper
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| Breakin' cycles, make disciples that’s all that I know
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| Made it out to make a route
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| Hate about us makin' clout
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| Racin' 'bout what faith endowed
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| See amazin' grace, invading spaces, changin' places
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| Now
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| I’m livin' like you should wanna know what I know
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| I know nothing else
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| Remember this, you will always reap what you sow
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| Gotta keep it real, hold it down on the low
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| Never been fearin', nah, nah, nah, nah
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| So I wouldn’t know, I wouldn’t know
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| I wouldn’t know, I wouldn’t know |