Tonart: F minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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miles away thinking bout this life shit
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It's way too soon to feel like I'm in a crisis
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I'm trying to blow like niggas don't rock
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with
ISIS
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Ain't a soul that really could
do it like this
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Blindness is rampant,
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the hood is full of mindless
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seeing the streets is full of mices
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wonder why we like this?
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Questions in mind gave me
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courage to write this
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I don't pick favorites,
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I love all my vices
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This earthbound lust could flip a record like
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The trauma in my heart
is what made me right
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Made me like all this dirt
is what gave me my likeness
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I'm seeing plenty of folks
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stay in disguises
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And when they meet a nigga like me,
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they hate in silence
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I ain't surprised they give me a rise
you gon' give it up to your highness
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I'm climbing, di vine timing
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Eight years in and I'm still rhyming
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No con tract,
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we better see a milli when I sign it
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When I say that I'm him,
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Gotta wait, well, I'm still tryin'
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I'm sittin' on gold
that's ready to go diamond
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You sellin' this story that
niggas ain't buyin'
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I figured you people just
needed some remindin'
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Yeah
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It's a long way from home
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But we on it
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To be hon est
It's a long way from home
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But I got you, to be honest
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I did the digital dash and
Buddy bag time, I'm ready to bring my
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Mac
out
They call me
Randy
Jack, venue is packed
out
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Caught a bitch talking that shit,
he's getting
smacked down
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He, she, they,
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them, these hands don't discriminate
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Jesus turned blood to wine,
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turn yours to lemonade
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And she played with the tip,
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now it's a hand grenade I blow
And I'm quenching the thirst,
look what a minute made
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They said the sky's the limit, but
that was yesterday
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I put the work in, I brought
the work to a different state
I got homies with way too much
on they dinner plate
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And I got homies who's
eating noodles like everyday
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It's hard to hold me,
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my mind has been like an interstate
Plenty things rockin' a boat, I
had to keep the faith
Feelin' straight,
won't ever complain if I ain't doing great
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Mama passed down the hustle,
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now it's my fa vorite trait
That's what makes me
different from them
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I already got blood,
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I ain't lookin' for friends
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In a whole different phase of life,
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I could only stay a night
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then the niggas gone with the wind
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It's a long way from home
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But we on it
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To be honest
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It's a long way from home
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To be honest
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Yeah, it's a long way
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from home
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Home, it's a long way from
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home
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