[Verse 1:]
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Yo I see shorty on the staircase
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In front of an empty beer case
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Weird face
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Almost like he was scared straight
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Like he ain't have a care in life
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Whiping tears from his eyes
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That already appeared to have been cried
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We chopped it, said he was adopted
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And there's a lot of shit he just tucks in his closet
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Real calm, said he would always feel harm
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And all he wanted to do was meet his real dad and real mom
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"All the nice home and clothes do is remind me
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In all these years they didn't even try to find me
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Nevermind love, I feel like they never liked me
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If I thought there was a god I would ask the nigga WHY ME"
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But some things you better off havin never knew
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Maybe they wanted better for you than they could never do
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You got a family, I see that you don't care for them
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But love is always gonna be love no matter where it's from
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What if I said your moms couldn't give birth
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Contemplated leaving earth
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Til you brought her life worth
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Whatever you going through could always be much worse
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Don't make a mistake mistaking your blessings for a curse
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Told dude you in the right place, right here
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Can't run to your corner when life don't wanna fight fair
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Things'll become quite clear
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When you decide to wake up and stop having fantasies about a nightmare
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[Verse 2:]
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You damn right she on a high horse
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She said "don't worry bout hers nigga ride yours"
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Before you talk clean your own backyard
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Souped-up and sought after by the athletes and rap stars
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Developing a name, creepin to fame
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She quick to trade her vagina for a seat at the game
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And it's so foul she don't see the shame
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In the act or the fact that she view it as an equal exchange
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She stay with the newest on, louis vuitton
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Buying groceries with coupons, sleeping on a futon
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No self-esteem to cover her lack of confidence
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She get on twitter retweetin' all the compliments
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Pretty face, nice strut with a nice butt
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Disguise of a slut only tryin to get wifed up
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But when it's party time she won't be a second late
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Once she leaves V.I.P. it's back home to section eight
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What confused me
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Is niggas tried to kick it, but she come across bougie
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In her best friends jewelry
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Part-time mother
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But something real shady when her 2 year old daughter
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Much closer to the babysitter
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Cry when she alone
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Product of a broke down home
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Won't change cause she already grown
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Already set in her ways no need in tryin to help
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Cause she rather find wealth before she can find herself
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[Verse 3:]
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Real quick, let me introduce ya'll to maverick
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Lifetime addict who recently kicked the habit
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Looking for a job companies won't let him have it
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Cause his drug and gun charges up and down his whole jacket
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Constantly rejected, can't deal with the aggravation
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So now he scared to be honest on the application
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Past caught up as every door shuts like "Sorry we can't help ya"
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And then he's back home to the shelter
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Nothing to lose giving up like the other minions
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Pending his trail in the court of public opinion
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Til he got a call from a temp agency
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Said they had a void ask could he fill the vacancy
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Unlike what he appears
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Been employee of the month for a year
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Self doubt is related to fear
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And they'll never replace him
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If you wanna catch up with your dreams you gotta be willing to chase them
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Welcome To Real Life
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Joe Budden |