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Last Place
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Ka
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I'd be telling y'all a whole different story about a good life It'd be a whole different story This the stuff only suffering makes (Listen, listen right here) This the stuff only suffering makes This the sound of last place Cla**mates, we only had one pair of pants, they caught a lot of slack Tired of eatin' kid meals, to be a big deal you got a MAC For ascendance, never gained ground defendin', it's 'bout attack Build knowledge, acknowledge my birthdate, I'm first rate, not a hack My only dream of bliss, I fiend for this, so if it's not dope it's not a track Many phony known to phone it in, I never doubt the bag I'm not dense, I'm not tryna make sense or make dollars stack But I insist like a dying wish, best gift that you can give a child is fact Speak my life and times without recycled rhymes that bought a lot of waste Every house party ended with somebody got offended, just shot the place Even before four chicken wings and fried rice I stop for grace I fear they always watch us so whenever I pop in I drop the drapes This the stuff only suffering makes This the sound of last place This the sound of last place This the sound of last place Just another scar of mine, I'm tryna generate A dinner plate, car line with hard time on the interstate Adapt, don't a**imilate, don't just be happy getting in it, innovate What I jot up don't got to flood you a product to end the day He popped the web, pops was quick with the whip, was whipped into shape From a cruel hub, not this new love, I'm from vintage hate Privately tryna survive but he wasn't designed to Trying to control the frontal lobe, but in the back of my mind knew They peddled fiction ghetto depictions, is how it really look I fought giants with defiance, of course can't triumph with Lilliput Kept my iron on, wish I ain't known nothin' 'bout havin' drama The novelty of wearing poverty as a badge of honor The astute listen and hear a soup kitchen and breadline Work we put in then when it should have been bedtime Could never reach for sour grapes, but still sad wine He won't come out alive tryna dead mine This the stuff only suffering makes This the sound of last place Last place Ain't nobody rich in the ghetto, nobody rich in the ghetto If we was rich we wouldn't be here
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