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post-race, be the first ones calling me a *nigger* ok,
The same ones saying the economy booming,
Be the first ones lying and shooting, sit at home
how I couldn't be loved
About all my dark feelings and the way I would hide them
Its amazing to me the way my songs can sometimes be things
That I
shit was never just the same
They was on that wild shit but all I did was think
My mind turned grown by the time I was 8
I could understand the world but
original, yea
I want original, yea
Done with the same old, yea
Going back to original, yea
Might be that my dreams provoke me
To do that right thing it's
mean?
I'm sorry by the way
Never coming around
Be so sweet if things just stayed the same
(La-da-da-da-da)
All the lights couldn't put out the dark
Everybody plays it the same
Ever was the kind t go fcoolin
Its a game - y play by the rules
Did ja think he might be jivin and only foolin
Tho
and you saw who you was
Cole World, it couldn't be more clearer
The time is now, couldn't be more her-er
My reign gonna last like 3-4 eras
Say hello
The same niggas that’s been the ops
Same niggas that showed no love
Wanna be down on some Brandy shit
I told them niggas, man, the bottom line my nigga
the same
But the difference is that I ain’t fake
I’ve hurt a lot of people by the things I said
But sometimes you just gotta to understand
Don’t act like you
inappropriate sometimes
And the thing is for me to
Say I wasn’t a genius
I would just be lying to you and to myself
JK: That's true, it’s false humility
KW: Oh
things, switching lanes on them lame niggas
And this one is for my young niggas
On the block, busting them shots, ducking cops don't be dumb niggas
Just
To the top, do the same thing with the gang
Babygirl daddy said you wanna be happy
Don't worry bout us
We gon' make it right
We gon' pay for everything we
the whip with 4 of my guys
I remember when I couldn't afford the price
Same man that didn't show us love are preeing like it must be nice
All they can do is
own blanket, it's known by now
I call the exact same spot on the couch
Mom texting, expecting me home by now
Couldn't drive home, I'm not sober now
Plus
did he always had to ask
She came from a place that was so alone
You know the same old tale of a broken home
Her momma was an alkie and more like
I been doing my thing
Took a lose with the win
That shit come with the game
Man In the mirror
He looking familiar
Just Physical
We not the same
Shit
the sexy things you do
I'm just constantly confused
By the same things I'm used to
I really mean when I say
I really like you baby
I really like you baby
I
First things first rest in peace Uncle Phil
For real, you the only father that I ever knew
I get my bitch pregnant I'ma be a better you
Prophecies
never meant for this to happen, I never dreamed
This'd be my fate, such a grotesque, murder scene
On that note, same time, the cops busted in
Kissed my
old me
I couldn't just be happy in a relationship
So I made the shit and you took the shit
And I shook the ship and I sank it
Now them dank spliffs are
friend, my hero, was killed by a drunk driver in
a head-on collision. He died instantly.
I couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral.
My agony was so
but I feel hopeless damn
Can't cope with bein' broke, I'm a man, c'mon
Son, don't let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by your side,
that I couldn't get signed when I was rappin' it
And told me I couldn't do songs when I was battlin'
They told me that I couldn't be trap, I started
Ain't it a shame? (Oh)
Another lost one runnin' again
You know I bust my thing for you
You do the same old thing that your brothers did before you
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