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You can tell by the voice who's the real one 
I'm happy being no one and rhyming like a top gun 
Top boys drug spots you don't even know none 
I grew up

you better know we ain't the same
So many jokers act like they my friends cause they'd do anything for the clout and the Fame
This ain't no game
We is

You could always tell
Seriously who tha hell is that
I am one of many
Many whut
Ideals designed to keep your mind stuck and trapped
And so?... I've got

was imagined...
So when I wake up my picture's still of you... See every time
That I hear your voice, name or reminisce on the places
We've been to it

Rushing at my Target
Cause there ain't no room for Talking
I'ma lay on the track
Let it rest in the coffin
Cough
Let me clear my lungs
So you can

Rushing at my Target
Cause there ain't no room for Talking
I'ma lay on the track
Let it rest in the coffin
Cough
Let me clear my lungs
So you can

up what you love in a bundle
But don't feel above all the other
Kids looking at these same hopes
Gonna be so many tears that you're gonna need

it's real love
And I don't control you so if you need it, got real drugs
Every time I roll I be thinking that that's gon heal a thug
I don't care how far

So many plants up in this room that you would think we growing
Couple people wanna join us now but we don't really know em
Catching planes

Life's hard, it's a hard life (mumble) (ice in cup sound)

Aye Life's hard, it's a hard life
Yeah I'm taking drugs to numb my insides
So many

got em in my chain
I go by juice to you niggas double cup i'm leaving a stain
I double back and i'm loaded making music is like a drug
Wonder if i'm

Too many complain, say it ain't fair quick
Think of a time, where hard work didn't pay off
But you couldn't maintain so you was looking for a payoff

Gotta make it out for them, that's all I'm hearing
Never turn back on the shit I say (Huh)
That's a new motto, you hear me drake
Punch in on the track

send to my God
They tried to violate so I had to go up the score
My Rasta bruddah might rattattaa and hit ya pasta
No more mañana
You'll meet ya mama ina

the cold air
You're friends are probably there by now
Where do I go from here
My fingers are falling off
Fighting the cold air

The tracks are disappearing

that means we all need to stand up
One voice yeah making one sound
Saying that we ain't taking no more
No more yeah throwing us around
See you can put us

feet
Doing a fucking drive by in a 10 speed
I hope you know that I would kill you for 10 gs
So keep clean
Don’t be Arousing the bounties
I ask, do you

the mathematics
I got cash status
If I kill these rappers, it'd be too graphic
Got a new habit, like the Mad Hatter
Every track go crazy, you gotta pay me
Keep it

The Truth Is Back

Chamillionaire

Tippin' Down

2005

wrist, look like a package of piss 
Looked like they pissed, in a ice cube tray 
Put it in the freezer, so by the next day 
They could put it on my wrist,

Grab the pad, cut me open, time to bleed life 
Light a match, bones broken in a cast, from my past
If you ask from many hopeless fiend nights
Packed

a marathon
I spit it on the track so all of y'all can tag along
Seven billion lives, so many people but
Every single one can be destroyed by an atom bomb

many men
Fall back lil bro, ion think you want this business, ottas hoppin out mini vans
No vegetarian, you niggas wanna eat meat, told you bout it, many

the brain, my oh me
None of ya'll safe so you gon' see that whoa
Whatchu gon' do? Whatchu whatchu gon' do now
Whatchu gon' do? Whatchu whatchu gon' do
Volatile

Can't count all of the tears I've cried
Or how many songs I write
Thought it would feel better now
Time just doesn't make it right
As long as you're not