(Verse 1)
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Just keep it goin'; yeah, yo
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Now, I made many decisions and made many mistakes
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Walked on many lands and swam in many lakes
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I did good, did wrong; I got props and pissed on
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I was dissed by the system but I still tried to get on
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No one could tell me that my style was unhealthy
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I never listened, kept spittin' 'til the neh-sayers felt me
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Lookin' back, I guess you haters helped me
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My fuel my drive
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All just increased when you hated on Classified
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Here's advice, for every rapper startin' out
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Don't release a record 'til you're happy with the bars you wrote
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My forth album's the first record I really liked
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Before that my flow was too hype and I really couldn't write
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So, I took the long way, we could argue all day if it's the wrong way
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But sit back and let the song play
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Props to Joe Bombay for hookin' me up at the start
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I never had the talent but he knew I had the heart
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(Chorus) (2x)
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Now understand, what I say
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This year, no mistakes
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Got here, no fate
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Paid dues, won't wait
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Made some mistakes and I'll probably make more
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Just how it happens when you're try to go forward
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(Verse 2)
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I made the mistake of mixin' business and friendship
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People got offended, relationships were ended
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So that's why I remember this, severe every tie
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Cause every time I ever endevor with business
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It fucks up; Nothin' personal, but I got friends, I don't need 'em
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And you'd wouldn't talk to me if I didn't have the beat you needed
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I've been through too many shitty MC's with beats, believe it
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But I got eat, kid; and seems the weaker cast the feeding
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I'm hungary, can't think with an empty stomach
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Made bad decisions and now I suffer from it
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Got a few videos, but yo, wish I planned the vision through
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Some came out dope, some are better just to listen to
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Not tryin' to make excuses; But all I'm tryin' to do is music
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Forget about these interviews and photoshoots
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It's just not something for Class
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I'm only here for rhymes, buildin' beats, killin' tracks and that's that
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(Chorus)
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(Verse 3)
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I started off young, took a couple wrong paths
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Gimme a second, gimme a second; yo
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I started off young, took a couple wrong paths
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Yo man, put some more hi-hats in it
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Now it's all good and I ain't ever lookin' back; yeah, yo
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And I got this joint on my keyboard starin' back at me
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Like you ain't gone be happy 'til you puff on this fatty
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Smoke five years straight, made the mistake of tryin' it
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Say I got no problem, but I really hate denyin' it
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I'm an addict for the marijuana
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Doesn't matter if I wanna get high
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I get high, its part of everyday life that I chose
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I know this shit'll probably kill me
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And I won't quit, but everytime I blaze, I feel guilty
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And I still do it, cause every choice has a consiquence
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Never made made mistakes, then I'll never made no progress, man
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No dope beats; In Hip-Hop you wouldn't know me
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I'd still be back at Sobey's stockin' ya shelf with groceries
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(Chorus) (2x)
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No Mistakes
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Classified |