| Fuck anybody that ever doubted me
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| And fuck any smiles I had to sift through
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| The only thing worse than a nigga who won’t acknowledge your worth is a person
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| that just pretends to
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| I can see the cracks with the barest lens
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| I prefer the facts if you care to give
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| Your partition’s a parody that’s imperative
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| You only give help when you control the narrative
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| I don’t see the people you pit against as a threat to me
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| I don’t think you should even mention 'em in a breath with me
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| I don’t see the purpose of working hard for a goal
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| Mimicking other souls when most of these niggas sketchin' me
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| This is plain, if this is claim, there is in vain, his disdain, is sustained
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| when I got a whiff of fame
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| It undermines us, so whether you biased or ready to divest, we got a problem
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| Pick apart the artist you try to put on a pedestal
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| Play 'em for a second I tell 'em lower the decibel
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| Dissolute lucrative marketing schemes marking the dreams, of young dudes who
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| eat it up like a revenue
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| That never comes, I’m never stunned, never underestimate my level of tolerance
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| when it’s said and done
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| I’m done checking for those that never reciprocate
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| Don’t expect help from a nigga that you intimidate
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| Look at all the shit that I been through
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| Look at all the hoops that I swim through
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| Look at all the shit that these fuck niggas say but I pay it no mind,
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| I commend you
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| I’ma fuck around get a million
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| I’ma fuck around get a million!
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| I’ma fuck around and keep goin'
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| I don’t fuck around, keep goin'
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| What kind of definition of definite is deafening
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| What kind of lesson can ever lessen when it’s threatening
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| What kind of person would take another man’s burden and weigh it against his
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| own to atone for what is festering
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| Underneath the skin but never contusions
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| A deep bruise that’s brewing beneath what you sense
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| A laceration of agitation is actually based on the fact you have to come back
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| and look at my blueprint
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| I am not dependent on no one here I’m self driven
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| I continue growing regardless if any help’s given
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| I been under pressure a regular type of texture
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| Rough waves, so nobody else here can sail with 'em
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| Expel cynics, diminish your first handouts
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| Questioned by attack then double back for a hand out
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| You ran out at the first trace of adversity, and rather amerce and bleed,
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| worship these niggas, pathetic
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| Pick apart the product they try to peddle as politics
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| They ain’t satisfied 'til you pacify and polished it
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| They don’t see the vision until it comes to fruition
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| And bites 'em on the ass and at last have to acknowledge it
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| I gotta spit what I feel is necessary
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| From the depths of my soul to the souls that step and carry
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| A man’s baggage and burden, I’m like a tactical surgeon, an impractical version
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| of mercenary
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| Look at all the shit that I been through
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| Look at all the hoops that I swim through
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| Look at all the shit that these fuck niggas say but I pay it no mind,
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| I commend you
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| I’ma fuck around get a million
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| I’ma fuck around get a million!
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| I’ma fuck around and keep goin'
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| I don’t fuck around, keep goin' |