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    Is how I feel, right?
    It's only me, right?
    That's right

    I was 15 of Virginia nigga with ambition
    Young, but I envision fucking them bad bitches
    Live my life with no regrets
    I try to show respect, but you don't give it
    I guess you don't understand when
    It might take me a life time to take it back
    And it might take you a life time to know the facts, yeah
    Just 'cause we different
    Don't mean we distant
    And if you kill a man, ain't no way to bring him back
    Yeah, you say it's mind over matter
    But what we're livin for? What really matters?
    Some niggas say the spoon was just on the platter and
    Other niggas is doomed just for disaster
    All alone sleeping in my bedroom
    As wet sheets, mama gonna be dead soon
    'Cause her man beat hear, but he don't realize
    She important to this family like a fucking heirloom
    Yeah, her nigga still found his way out
    Record deal came, her nigga played out
    My mama livin good, she takin days out
    They sayin', boy all that hard work payed out
    Five hundred racks for our show
    But ain't gonna never do no 60 minutes interview
    'Cause all you wanna do is twist my words up
    And all I wanna do is flip my birds up
    Kind of tipsy after ... murder
    I'm singing, ass nigga, know you heard of
    Me, every day my clique stuntin
    Niggas talking down, but I'ma make em put them words up
    Out to sale, all I had to say, what else?
    Cock suckers low blowing under my belt
    Yeah, they hangin from the tip, they trying to get a sip
    Don't let em get a grip, I'm pissing onto myself
    Nineteen, nigga went through a tragedy
    Three years and nigga just found a better me
    Yeah, you might find another lover,
    But you always started Breezy like the letter b
    Nightmares full of haunting
    Thinking do I really like this star shit
    Because fame ain't freedom in this diamond chain
    Only me, they hold you hostage
    Now I got a lot of offers telling me
    The way they closing, they wanna be my sponsor
    But when a nigga fall off, again they gonna be like off em
    And they gonna smile up in your face just like, "awesome, great"
    Wait, police, in the tub, can I relate?
    I guess that's why this war on drugs is the debate
    I'ma keep on livin my life from day to day
    Learned from my mistakes

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