| Yeah, they say I look like my father
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| I say, I look like me, mother fucker
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| They asked me, son, why bother?
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| It’s been done even back when you was just around playing cops and robbers
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| There’s way too many skeletons hiding in your parents closet
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| For you to conquer you need to stop it
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| Sit by on the 15? |
| 23
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| My momma, ???
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| With a fiend
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| I will later grow a money tree
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| I won’t drain, even though the water under me
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| Can’t take blame for what’s in my brain
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| I can’t maintain there’s blood in my veins
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| Can’t maintain, shit ain’t the same
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| Times have been hard, i mean harder than they came
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| Yeah, if this how it’s supposed to be
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| Didn’t even notice, now they notice me
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| God damn, you still working at the grocery?
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| Remember the smell so well, no potpourri
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| Don’t say I’m just like him
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| Not even, he just like me
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| Cause i won’t pay for his sins
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| See the only thing in common is we both got pipe dreams
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| They say, they say
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| Apples don’t fall far from the tree
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| And i say, i say
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| I’d rather be six feet deep
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| And they say, they say
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| They see him in me
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| And i say, i say
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| Well, i’d rather be
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| A rolling, a rolling stone
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| A rolling, a rolling stone
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| I’d rather be, i’d rather be
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| Just a rolling stone, just a rolling stone
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| I spark J’s just like my peers, but
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| All the years brought out my fears, and
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| So at least become all so clear
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| Cause all the dark days gave me bright ideas, yeah
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| Oh, there goes George' son
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| He’s placed bets ?, 'bout to quincy run
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| Ain’t no way I held that prick second to none
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| His pops' inhale that rock, he prolly lost a lung
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| And mom and brothers keep up
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| If i always hit them with the message at the beep
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| Cause, i don’t answer
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| Took too long for me to be ramped up
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| I don’t wanna be dead, but
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| I just wish he listened when i told him
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| It was never his fault and i ain’t roses
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| Let them smell the roses, he getting loaded
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| Like it’s the only way for us 'bout to be eroded
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| There’s some shit that i gotta say
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| Love my father, but not the mess he made
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| In the shadow he cast, i use as shade
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| With a bad bitch, with ass, baby getting paid
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| Yo, so i’m about to be a rolling stone
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| Look at it this way, atleast i’m not smoking stones
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| Shit, what you think going on?
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| Why’d you think i’m holding on
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| Pop into my broken home |