[Hook - 2x] You see I am what I am, and it is what it is You'd feel how I feel, if you been where I been Live what I live, see what I see So get out my ear, and just let me be
[Paul Wall] I'm a survivor of the struggle, I lived life hard Single mama with half a job, I was raised by God No dad, the only role model I had Was a ounce of that white powder, in a Ziplock bag I don't brag about the struggles, I endured as a child You don't know the pain I went through, to create this smile I got one life to live, know I'm tal'n bout So I enjoy it, cause I earned everything that I got They hate what I got, I hear em with they cape talk They thinking that my life, was a cake walk I'm a man of principles, I live by my word So it's obsurred, when I hear sour words They gon get what they deserve, but I don't wish no harm What goes around comes around, so partna you been warned In the midst of all the trouble, I still remain calm Cause sunny days, will follow the storm man, just let me be
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[Poppy] Somebody questioned, if I got the right to recite what I spit Cause I've never been indicted, or divided a brick But my life is grit, all types of crisis and shit I decided to risk it all, to try to slide in the mix And get what I can get, see I'm fighting negative bars I knew it wouldn't be easy, but no one said it be hard As it is, I mean the evil in the heart of these men Got me wondering, if I'll ever see the reward At the end of the road, it's kind of hard to remember your goals When you grow where, not many live to get old I played the cards that I was given, and never listen to those Who think different, cause they inner soul is bitter and cold I seen death, and folk get destroyed by do' Nevertheless I'm blessed, so your boy got hope I show love, to get it is a beautiful feeling If you hate me, then blow a dick cause it's a mutual feeling
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[Slim Thug] All outsiders looking in, think they know where I been Trying to be my friend, cause of the position I'm in They know Slim Thug a hustler, that's destined to win So I guess they figured, they can hold my cotail in But I ain't the type to play that roll, and sell a nigga gold Pretend it's all cool, when I know you a hoe Cause you'll do it again, if you done it befo' It's just a matter of time, 'fore you do it some mo' I done witnessed all type, of snake niggaz and hoes From my family to my friends, to these bitches I know It'll surprise you, how much a lil' change bring change You get a couple dollas, and people ain't the same They quick to holla at you capping now, since you rapping now See them the type of folks, you need to be packing round Cause first time to miss em, when you passing a blunt They plotting up on you, trying to pull em a stunt
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