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I said a prayer to the man I did the work with my hands, yeah I never care what they said I ain't paid the rent with their respect, yeah I ride with my family and friends, yeah The Honda turned into a Benz, yeah Ain't signing no deal with them It's independent till I'm dead, yeah The world is too crazy I'm coppin' a crib in the middle of nowhere You get hit with a shot from like 400 feet if your dumb enough you try and go there Spending a grip on my privacy Hang Over Gang down to die with me Take a mil out my paypal and give it to homie to find you if you tryin' to hide from me Stop playing, I'm the best out No rooms for the Billboard plaques get the guest house Bet it all on me, till the checks bounce Middle finger in the air and my head down I see, I see, I see, I see life like its the 90's Got the baddest attitude future still so shiny Before the hope was gone, Gameboy, playing Pokemon In my folks garage me and my bros home alone and smoking lots Treated every single dollar like its gold or something Poof, life changed, ears, neck, wrist like the ice-age, I'm paid The only thing different is we hit em' with a blicky If you trippin', we ain't stick em' with the knife blade It might not be a fairy-tale, but it ain't a horror story We-re all gonna' to fail, we all got to say we're sorry I wandered off the trail, tried to find the places for me And yeah I got it all, but it ain't what I asked for And I ain't made of stone, but I'm going cold, nah, nah It ain't like before we were young and grown, nah, nah Moved away from home, made it out our own, yeah, yeah Now we got it all but it ain't what we asked for I made a choice and a move No one believed till I blew up No I am the boy in the booth Forgive me if I'm in a mood, yeah Rappers all claim that they shoot Cause nobody cares what the truth was Say I'm offensive for views But they just upset because they do suck Hey, I got the power of God The lower case 't' in my name is a cross Get hit with a round and outline them with chalk We're jumpin' the lines like it's hop-scotch Four years till the biggest independent Never needed record labels, never took a single penny I'll be happy rolling solo, like I don't know how to end it And I don't know where I am headed But's it's lit, lit, lit, lit same kid that sold his bike for weed Same kid pop pills every night for weeks Same kid hated on they didn't like my jeans Same kid way back as the kid in me Uh, Tupac, no doubt, Offspring, O'Rock, Kanye, Slim Shade, Little Wayne taught me to get paid And I did, did, did, did still dream like I'm sixteen I don't care about the money or a big screen I still do it cause I love it And I'll shoot them if they're comin' Cause nobody is stoppin' this except me Poof, life changed, ears, neck, wrist like the ice-age, I'm paid The only thing different is we hit em' with a blicky If you trippin', I ain't stick em' with the knife blade It might not be a fairy-tale, but it ain't a horror story We-re all gonna' to fail, we all got to say we're sorry I wandered off the trail, tried to find the places for me And yeah I got it all, but it ain't what I asked for And I ain't made of stone, but I'm going cold, nah, nah It ain't like before we were young and grown, nah, nah Moved away from home, made it out our own, yeah, yeah Now we got it all but it ain't what we asked for
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