Correction Lyrics My Last 20 by Pdot O

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I gave my everything, coming straight from Maftown
Mo'Molemi told you n***as to duck down
We build it from the ground up, soldiers in the frontline
I knew that we was destined to break, acquire limelight
But the sh*t soon fades, cameras and cool frames was blinding
But I kept the integrity like I'm God's child
I love my town, matter of fact I love my country
They love Jabba, matter of fact the women wanna hug me
This is ugly, I'm dying inside but no one knows it
My approach is to keep a smile no matter what the cold brings
I make hits like wow this sh*t is second nature
Created a style no one could ever measure so Harambe!
Identify with the truth, I was spiritual every time I stepped in the booth
I was a fool with the pen, I put Morafe on the map too
My baby brothers took it to the max that soon so achoo!
I said blessing, it's a open letter
But there's a demon that just knows me better, I approach it better
But I'm tired and I hope I let up, this my philosophy and spoken treasure

This sh*t gets real everyday
Every time I put my head up high
You put me down like a slave
This sh*t gets real everyday
Every time I put my head up high
You put me down like a slave

I seen the accolades
I seen the praise, I seen the tours
Seen the b*t*hes on all fours, seen the devil's face
Make no mistake, I was born with greatness
Motswako king, trust I wore the crown with patience
The industry is no joke
People try to front on you like oh so, now that I got sh*t popping these hoes go, on bended knees ready to blow like "Woah! Slow down baby let's hit the crib or get down enjoy a smoke"
I build an empire, took the hits to be a star
Strayed a bit I stuck my hand in the cookie jar
But sh*t we took it far
This is the moment, f**k the label let's push hard and start our own sh*t
I still remember the screams, this sh*t is beautiful
My pen cultivated my dreams, travel overseas perform and hold my kids in the door
Man I do this sh*t for them, trust and believe this is my gospel nothing can ever stop you
How many classics sitting under my belt?
YBA the NW sh*t was critically felt
Thank You Note was a masterpiece I wish that I could master peace
But this motherf**king demon chasing after me
Woah, familiarity breeds contempt
The same industry who praised me now feels I fell off like what the f**k though?
I'm still sharp I'm cut throat
This sh*t don't matter, when they over your past quotes
I need some time alone, I feel I'm done with this
I pray my son understand how his father feels
It's too much it's like I can't f**king breathe
I'm home alone I need some rope
I hope they understand my need
God, God take me away
It'd be better if I never existed, cause this pain insane
I know it's selfish but I truly don't give a f**k
I'm in my darkest this is way past giving up
You know, f**k it I gotta go
I guess I'll see y'all in the next life make sure you keep my name afloat though
Just make sure you keep my name afloat though

This sh*t gets real everyday
Every time I close my eye I see you
This sh*t gets real everyday
Every time I put my head up high
You put me down like a slave

This sh*t gets real everyday
Every time I put my head up high
You put me down like a slave
This sh*t gets real everyday
Every time I put my head up high
You put me down like a slave

Would you let me, would you let me be?
Would you let me, would you let me live in peace?

[Outro: HHP & Interviewer]

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