Tonalité : G major•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Skulls and
crossbones and death bandanas
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A liqueur store in every corner in Atlanta
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Cops riding round tossing
niggas in the slammer
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Tell me what's wrong I could really
use some answers
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Nowadays everybody
wants to be a rapper
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About two years ago everybody
was a trapper
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Obviously money is
what everybody's after
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Cos slavery ain't changed it's
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a modern day disaster
Now these are my words
from me to you
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Everything you do from
your shades to your shoes
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From your chains to your coupe
came from the two
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Trust me I would know I
was raised on the two
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Ok, now let me just get your attention
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Imma turn the tables so you
don't get defensive
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Imma put my bullshit aside for a second
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Cos I cant be fake,
cos God won't let me
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I used to wear a grill be
cause it was the trend
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Not because I liked it, I just
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wanted to fit in
Then I got Eastside tatted on my skin
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And I tried to get dreads
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but my hair was too big
But I was lost,
I ain't know who I was
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What else was there to do
besides look like a thug
Verse 2
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in my senior year at Columbia High
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I dropped out of High School
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when I got signed
B.o.B was the name,
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I ain't like Bobby Ray 'cause I was ashamed
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But you can call me Bobby
Ray from this day forth and
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I could give a damn about
the fame and fortune
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Honestly I don't even
listen to rap
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'Cause when I turn the radio on,
out comes crap
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And if you make good music
that's okay, but
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On the radio that they don't play
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Its easy to see we created
a beast
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'Cause everybody wants to hear
what they don't need
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And now all the rappers got
a stoller to give you
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That bullshit music so they can
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continue to live
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The position that I'm in is quite
an interesting predicament I will admit
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But you can count on me cos
I'm refusing to give in
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'Cause Imma give you music
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cos we need it to exist, bitch
So imma play my guitar,
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rap about aliens and sing about stars
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Til you understand that's
what we are
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So we ain't got to struggle
no more so we don't starve
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I swear to God I love you with every bar
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We all got problems that need
to be solved
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So while I got the mic Imma
speak my thoughts
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And Imma keep it real til the day I fall
Outro 1
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