[Verse 1:]
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The underdog (Cyhi)
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Yeah, let me say this before the song start
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Don't ever let nobody tell you how to draw your own art
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Follow your own heart
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Cause they don't put no poetry or no grocery in ya buggy
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Tell em you push your own cart
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Niggas say they a dog, but when it's time to fight
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Niggas wouldn't pick up a paw let alone bark
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Almost at a stone smart
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So I read niggas like poems in the form of a lame till the chrome spark
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They won't learn until they neck and they dome part
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From a tone dart how these yellow stones part
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If I ever made a million man I'd have my own march
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Hit the club and make it rain like I own harp
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Drinking spades at the top of the trump towers
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No baby mama only seeds I got is sunflowers
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Take a shower for like one hour
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They trailbalzin, come up forward power like juwan howard
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Bring pain to you dumb cowards
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No coke, my killas addicted to gun powder
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Niggas die off of one glower
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They girls spoil me though, so I can see how they become sour
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Can you believe they tried to put me in the slow class?
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But I'm so fast getting this show cash
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Mr. [?] and walked the hallways with no pass
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Brought my literature down to a science plus I know math
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[Hook:]
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So can you give me a chance to explain
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Why I got this much game
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Why I say I never change
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For the hoes the money or the fame
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So can you give me a chance to explain
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Why I came the way I came
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Why I think this whole industry is lame
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And why every song I write is filled with pain
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[Verse 2:]
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So here's my testimony I lost the best of homies
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The only girl I'd ever thought had loved me left me lonely
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But everything come with bread except bologna
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Now everybody want a slice of my cheese, no pepperoni
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I wish you never known me y'all niggas forever phony
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Ain't nothing but a joke so I let em join me
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They'd rather hate then give me props
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The industry is like a revolver you ain't got that many shots
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So shot for the moon
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Or keep a pistol in your fruit of the loom
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Give you the scoop from a spoon
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I didn't up and call myself prince bitch I was groomed
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Then we zoomed from the coupe to the room
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Then watch a butterfly bloom in my cocoon
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Laying in the dooms left her with a zilla goons
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Then resume with my baboons selling prune to ya bafoons
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I'm not a coon bada bing bada boom
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I'm on the green not a bean not a shroom
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My day will come soon
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Let my reign at the top be longer than monsoons
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[Hook]
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So could you give me a chance to explain
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Sir Charles, Master young
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[Verse 3:]
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Allow me to clarify why my music will never die
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Cause I'm seasoned like a checkers fry
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Black panther pride
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You niggas Julius Peppers Chi
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Scared to say how you feel so you'd rather lie
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You got to tell the truth when you testify
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I do this for the dude that you left deprived
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Don't jeopardize your life tryna get a better ride
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Let that cheddar slide plus the streets is desert dry
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Don't measure my success by the records I
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Sell But by the people that I met when I was doin shows
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I stand alone like the letter I
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Live in the sky I am feather fly
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Bubba kush got me double decker high
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Virtually insane I am Jamiroquai
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So recognize you couldn't see me with the naked eye
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Split personality like Jekyll Hyde
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Greg street bought me this iced out bezzled watch
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Smoking barney while me and my rebels ride
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So in my pants is the thang for a reason
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If you give me a chance to explain
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Chance To Explain
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CyHi Da Prynce |