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This is a tell of misconception
Life is all about perspective
The man at the top will never feel the pain of the bottom
But the man at the bottom running too fast who gonna stop him
Eventually see the man at the top will top him
And you can't map them then drop 'em, right Waze?
Why don't you use your brilliance to clean up these streets?
It might be hard, but don't forget these young boys
They really, really look up to y'all
Mister west yuwain out of this mess
What happened to wanting all of us to mesh
I guess the money overpowered the respect
What's next? Really, really, what's next, what's next?
Looping through my mind tryina translate my thoughts
Project what I've been preaching since the motherfucking start
I'm just tryina save my dogs
Welcome to no resort, I do this for my mom
And for the love of the art
They always tell you do it right but never to enjoy your life
This commitment comes with a heavy price
Man the purple drinks surrounded by the neon lights
Hoping that this night brings meaning to the gift
Given once never twice
Life, life, life, life
Shout outs to Jay T

And I hope you realize this soon
Or you'll eternally be stapled to the doom
Or that 4 by 4 room
Oh man, why you rappin' bout the guns you never had
Making these kids believe you never showing up the class
Taught me to love the class
Only if she got the facts, only if she got the facts
Only if she got the
But the facts can only make it so far, young man
Think of a plan that only you can understand
You the man in this picture, fuck money, you could never take it with you
They tryina change the frame or picture
You'd probably be a nice leader if you took your head out of your ass
Stopping now won't face the aftermath
Often incarcerated of the half, waiting for the trials to pass
This only makes the white men laugh
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
You really wanted this, you want these kids to front their wrist
On drug money and all of that other stupid shit?
Trust me I am not one to knock the hustle
But these young boys shouldn't be tossing more dimes than rustle
Don't get it confused, these kids look up to you
They love to see the view, they love to hear you talk
They love the spirit, they love the artist that you brought
You became the brush for the blind men to draw
So don't get it twisted and don't leave them to loss
'Cause honestly what is the cause
Hip hop, hip hop, why did you change?
Hip hop, hip hop, why did you change?
Hip hop, hip hop, straight through my brain
Hip hop, hip hop, nothing was the same
Nothing was the same, yeah
Nothing was the same, nothing was the same
Oh hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, I'm dead

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