(featuring Monetana)
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[Paul Wall]
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My life, ain't all peaches and cream
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This fame thing and this game bring, more pain than it seem
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I ain't trying to be depressed, and I'm greatful for my blessing
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But sometimes it just feels like, there's some'ing missing
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I got all the answers, but ain't no questions
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I wonder if God's, just trying to teach me a lesson
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The situations progressing, it's getting stressing
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I hope I don't fail my test and, the heat is on
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They say that pressure, busts pipes
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So I keep my cool, and thank God for every breath of my life
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I'm taking steps to the right, but still I end up wrong
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I'm built for the ocean, but I'm stuck in this backyard pond
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I'm trying to maintain my pace, in the place I belong
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I'm going for the gold, but I keep getting bronze
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Who do I call to for advice, when all my mentors gone
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This is my life, this ain't just the words to my song what do I do
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[Hook: Monetana]
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What do you do, when them haters after you
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Keep it real and keep it true, get that dirt up off of you
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Still swang and bang Screw, Swishahouse like what it do
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Don't let them see the sweat on you, just keep it real
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[Paul Wall]
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This one here's for Broderick Brown, locked down
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A 45 year sentence, I don't like how that sound
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We've been homies since Middle School, we were childhood chums
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But you got caught up, by life in the slums
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I'm thinking bout, where your life went
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45 years of your life spent, with a aggravated robbery indictment
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You plead guilty, for a lesser charge
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Even though the judge was harsh, God's still in charge
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I be wishing that, I could go back in time
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And tell the judge that that nine, and the strack was mine
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That would be fine, but I guess it's too late for that
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I know that court appointed lawyer, was whack
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Ain't it ironic though, you went in Ferguson you end up in the Penn
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And the only way that we communicate, is through a pen
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Don't give up, just do what you do
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Live your life don't let your life live you, just keep on moving
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[Hook]
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[Paul Wall]
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People think, my life is all about raps and such
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If I'm suppose to have it good, why is my life so rough
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I'm walking straight, but sometimes I need to lean on a crutch
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Nobody told me life would get this tough, you gotta feel me though
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Cause I ain't trying to be sad
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I thank God for everything I got, and all the blessings I had
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I work hard I still grind, all night in the lab
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The best friends I ever had, was a pen and a pad
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Cause people talking down, hating on me
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Yeah we use to be down, but now you shady homie
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I see 'em all up on the Internet, debating on me
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Wondering when will I flop, I know they waiting on me
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A lot of rappers is jealous, saying all that we rap about is swangas
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Mad cause they c.d.'s, below the shelf like hangers
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Should I retaliate the hate, and pay 'em back ten fold
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They got me running hot, but I'm standing out in the cold what do I do
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[Hook]
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What Would U Do
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Paul Wall |