Feat. J. Cole
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It ain¡¯t hard to tell, I excel and prevail
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Young niggas rising hell but talk well
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Make sales, I managed to re-fake jail
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Blast on the road to success was¡¦
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But here we are, breathing, fuck demons
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Never get caught sleeping, I¡¯d rather be caught dreaming
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Now me and my niggas be flying across seas
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Laughing at the days we used to rack tall T¡¯s
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Now we rock shows up in London, wondering
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How they even heard of me
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Never did occur to me if I get to the top one day
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Lotta niggas gonna be sending shots my way
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Could¡¯ve been the worst that I shot then say
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Across the bear hoes you never got complain
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One day, though, some day is on
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One day you¡¯re here, next day you¡¯re gone
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Wake up with the fear of living for another day
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Tell myself that it¡¯s nothing that I can¡¯t take
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Your strength is the sickness I can¡¯t hide
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I try to be invisible to him
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Make no noise, tip toe through everything
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Hell¡¯s fury feeds the fear inside
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It¡¯s like acid rain in a hurricane
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Might hear your call to bring you cover
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It¡¯s a crown of thorns leaving me torn
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Might hear your call to bring you cover
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I made choices that I cannot live with
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I regret not choosing over him
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I¡¯m suffocating in this life
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Don¡¯t know if I can survive this weather
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And you turn up with your arms and umbrella
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I send a farewell tonight
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It¡¯s like acid rain in a hurricane
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Might hear your call to bring you cover
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It¡¯s a crown of thorns leaving me torn
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Might hear your call to bring you cover
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My life could be a movie let me write the script
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It would be something truly never read like a crypt
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¡¦ with clothes full of hoes like a pimp
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Far from a flower but I rose like a blimp
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Now who we gonna cast for the roles in this flick?
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Only bad hoes getting shows for the tricks
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Who gonna play the lead, though? Will Smith? Maybe
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Second thought, fuck it, ain¡¯t nobody gonna play me
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Yo, some day is on, one day you¡¯re here, next day you¡¯re gone
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One day you¡¯re here, next day you¡¯re gone
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I know the risk has come, I know I can run into your arms
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I know you¡¯ll come to save me from harm
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It¡¯s like acid rain in a hurricane
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Might hear your call to bring you cover
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It¡¯s a crown of thorns leaving me torn
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Might hear your call to bring you cover
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Acid Rain
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Alexis Jordan |