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Yeah, uh, uh Tell myself I ain't feeling the weight, nigga, yeah Yeah, yeah, uh Tell myself I ain't feeling the weight I came far from accepting defeat Made it out with the blood on my face We done shed every tear we can weep Watch 'em wearing they heart on they sleeve My shit don't even come out the fleece Niggas don't even pay it no mind 'Cause I'm dressing that shit in Supreme Nah, that NLFTS, black culture the blueprint Don't fuck with the BS, I'm doing my best They washed out, need to give it a rest The tables turn, why they tryna confess I'm still the same nigga needing my space 'Cause shit be evil, but look good in the face They haphazard, but I'm keeping my pace They haphazard, but I'm, uh (yeah) I remember when I was 11, and watching my blood on the TV get spilled out Now I got a lil' older No love for the system, and I'm reaching back for the grip now And it's really fuck, 12, I done grown in Myself to the point I can see that they hate us All these white niggas bold on the web with that word But in person, they know they won't fade us If you not getting money then shut the fuck up Bro, I don't wanna hear what you got to say 'Cause the checks be the only option for a nigga like me I can't make it no other way I was sitting in class in the back with my Thoughts, consuming everything that's around me When I'm snapping back into reality, shit still ain't change The music still found me Yeah, uh Tell myself I ain't feeling the weight I'ma thrive, it ain't up for debate Already got enough food on my plate, nigga, yeah Uh, you can see all the sweat on my face We been hungry from birth to the date If you fuck with the grind gotta skate, yeah Uh, tell my self I ain't feeling the weight I'ma thrive it ain't up for debate Already got enough food on my plate Yeah, uh You can see all the sweat on my face We been hungry from birth to the date If you fuck with the grind gotta skate, nigga, uh
Writer(s): Marcus Morton, Nicholas Gary Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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