| Aba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm
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| Oh, I swam for miles, only to realize the current
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| Is fightin' against me and I’m so tired, I’m floatin' now
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| Oh, from here on out, I’ve got to realize the power
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| Of learnin' to let go, and just let God
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| Enjoy the ride
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| Yeah, look
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| Born into pain, alcoholic veins
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| Over-analytical brain a product of the shame
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| And runnin' from a past, that’s checkered like the game
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| Somewhere 'long the way somebody snatched my peace and main
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| Maybe that’s the reason I spent decades seekin' fame
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| And fortune hopin' that a proper portion would contain
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| The sadness in my eyes, remember when I came
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| In this music business, all their questions was insane
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| «Why you never smile in your pictures?» |
| I refrain
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| From givin' you the answer 'cause that answer wasn’t plain
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| Enough for me to see 'cause at the time I knew my name
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| But didn’t know myself, and so I dealt with shit the same
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| As a fugitive, but running from the truth and shit
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| I shoot the shit with niggas, but they never knew the shit that’s hidden deep
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| Within the crevices like ever since I was a child
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| Seen my mama with the pistol pointed at her dome and how
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| In the fuck do you expect for me to ever be the best lil' me
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| That I can be, when trauma’s deep inside of me, like I.V. |
| fluid Pumpin' through
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| the blood of wifey, while she’s givin' birth
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| To my child, I know my thoughts are runnin' wild
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| Bear with my style, this just a trial run
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| Just heard these kids don’t know 'bout Malcolm
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| And I’m sort of heartbroken 'cause the elders lost hope in our youth
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| And here I sit dead in the middle, not a little boy no more
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| But not quite old yet, wakin' up in cold sweats
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| Scared that I’m too disconnected from the kids' perspective
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| The world ain’t got no patience for some shit that’s introspective So where in
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| the fuck that leave me? |
| Irrelevant, I guess
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| Went from Heaven-sent to hella bent, intelligent but stressed, damn
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| Oh, I swam for miles, only to realize the current
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| Is fightin' against me and I’m so tired, I’m floatin' now
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| Oh, from here on out, I’ve got to realize the power
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| Of learnin' to let go, and just let God
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| Enjoy the ride
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| One more time
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| Swim good, enjoy the ride (Yeah)
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| Every day I rise, thank God that I am alive (Yeah)
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| Yeah, swim good, enjoy the ride (Yeah)
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| Every day I rise, thank God that I am alive (Uh)
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| Permanent vacation for forever
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| Some things you gotta leave behind, some people just like weather
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| And seasons, for that reason, I know I’ll always have a leg up
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| Weatherman forecast me dead last, think I’m just another nigga
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| Maybe, I’ll be the next Black Beatle like Swae Lee
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| Yeah, I know my worth, these colonizers got to pay me
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| Yeah, I had to go first 'cause the rest would never last
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| I had to show the positives for those that couldn’t add
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| Lookin' at the ads, they only love us if our ass
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| Out and so I’m out, I got an Audi and it’s bad
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| I said that line 'cause niggas only respect you if you brag
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| It don’t work on me the same, don’t give a fuck 'bout what you have
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| Everybody claimin' boss, none of you niggas got no staff
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| It don’t measure up the same, what’s a quarter to a half?
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| Of a whole lot of problems, nigga, who taught you to add?
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| Where I’m from, we don’t recognize that it’s good math
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| If you don’t teach the ones that’s comin' up to multiply their cash
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| Think for themselves, think beyond sales
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| Everything with worth don’t come with some whistles and some bells
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| The ones I gotta leave behind, the ones you gotta bail
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| Meek Mill, I’m workin' hard, ain’t too far from a meek mil'
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| To keep it real, the realest niggas I know always kept it real
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| And I’ma tell you, Black-on-Black murder been whack
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| 9th, turn me up so they can hear me in the back
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| Yeah, and that’s pretty hard for me
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| But you see hopeful niggas and where they all ought to be
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| Scared to grow wings, Birdman with a bunch of Carter beef
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| That’s old news, look, nigga, you talkin' to modern me
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| Smarter, we had better conversations sittin' with barbers
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| Puttin' hearts and heads in niggas who don’t think ahead, who taught you?
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| School y’all, school y’all, welcome to the schoolyard
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| Teach you how to make moves without needin' a U-HAUL
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| I was on you all when I was growin' up
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| Now it’s you all that’s all on these nuts
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| I’m ballin', havin' a ball and I got the balls to say it
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| Who needs inspiration where you know when you can play it?
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| Carolina to the heart, nobody here gon' play us
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| The day that we expire, Carolina’s where they’ll lay us
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| I woke up feelin' like Aaliyah, yeah, a million and one bucks
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| Told these niggas I don’t give a single million and one fuck, Rap
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| Oh, I swam for miles, only to realize the current
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| Is fightin' against me and I’m so tired, I’m floatin' now
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| Oh, from here on out, I’ve got to realize the power
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| Of learnin' to let go, and just let God
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| Enjoy the ride |