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Whoa!
Man
It's that pain baby, you gotta let that pain go
That's why I'll be behind the microphone
It's my medicine
It's my mission, it's what I gotta do
Give me the pain, I gotta put it in
The passion, it shackle me mentally, but it does
I grew with my pops who would beat my ass, he was trippin' just for guts
I be thinkin' some was disrespectful, really some was bugged
These was withdrawals, symptoms of addiction to them drugs
It's that post-traumatic stress, it's that desert storm that trends
It's that whoopin' in the B's, then duckin' slugs from by the bench
It's that takin' no days off without no paper and no chest
Still, I ain't takin' no days off, took so much blood, tears, and sweat
Back at grandma's house, she said
"Take care of them girls at the house you the head"
So I swear that whatever I'm out to
I'm out to the bread, and I'm focused on countin' the days
No amount to reflect, shot that you pop in your disc
Coulda ever made you hotter than this
And I keep me up high for the business
I'm hot like a twist for my bollocks
It's time to flip and let it go
You learned from it so it must have let you know
You know better now you gotta let it go
You learned from it so it must have let you know
You know better now you gotta let it go
You learned from it so it must have let you know
You know better now you gotta let it go
You learned from it so it must have let you know
Now you gotta let it go
One of the days I got told off my grades
Got 'em to age and they still couldn't pay
This when I learned that ain't never enough for success
Once we up their credentials they change
Humans in states that will next to extremes
Always got hunger for more in our veins
Habit and Hindus with shacks in the lane
Ain't the kids the players that's winning the game
Family I'm wealthy worth more than the trophies
Hopefully own what I own 'til it's more me