(Hook 1)
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I guess I bit off more than I could chew
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And nobody told me, nobody told me
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Had it all and never knew
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Cus nobody told me
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(Hook 2)
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Nobody told me money don¡¯t make you rich
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And if it did I¡¯m missing something
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Nobody told me you can lose when you win
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And if they did it¡¯d still be missing
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(Verse)
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Who knew that this much success will make it so hard
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But that¡¯s to accept the fact that I can¡¯t go back where I left
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And back track my steps, back track my steps
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The records I dropped, so massive, so large
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It makes it hard for hip-hop to digest
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The things that I do, I guess if it¡¯s true
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Well fuck it, a nigga too good to be the best
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Too good to be the best, too good to be stressed
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Cus this the type of life, too good to regret
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You know money don¡¯t buy you no respect
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Nigga no respect, nigga no respect yea
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So what the hell is that?
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I¡¯m tryna recreate the past that I never had
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And smash grills I could never smash
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And live fantasies that¡¯ll never last
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(Hook 1)
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I guess I bit off more than I could chew
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And nobody told me, nobody told me
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Had it all and never knew
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Cus nobody told me
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(Hook 2)
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Nobody told me money don¡¯t make you rich
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And if it did I¡¯m missing something
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Nobody told me you can lose when you win
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And if they did it¡¯d still be missing
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(Verse)
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I ran away from home just to try to make a million
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Yea, just to try to make a million
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And when you get a million it¡¯s a different type of feeling
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When you look around and what you really need is missing
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It¡¯s like, it¡¯s like I¡¯m suffering from a sickness
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And can¡¯t find a doctor to fill out the prescription
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Or diagnose the illness
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Can¡¯t leave it in the book, can¡¯t buy from the dealer
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And I find that ironic
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Yea, I find that ironic
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How I can buy anything that I ever wanted
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But I really had it all when I ain¡¯t have nothing
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They always say that mo money mo problems
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I guess I, I guess I should¡¯ve listened to the warning
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I guess I, I guess I should anticipate the stormy weather
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I guess I¡¯d illustrate it if it¡¯s good but however
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Well if it¡¯s clever
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I couldn¡¯t find the words to say it better
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I¡¯m knee-deep within these endeavors
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But all that glitters with gold is not treasure
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I¡¯m ready for whatever, I never let er
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I work even better when I¡¯m under pressure
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They say money don¡¯t make you rich
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Cus you can¡¯t buy shit that can make you better, word
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(Hook 2)
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Nobody told me money don¡¯t make you rich
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And if it did I¡¯m missing something
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Nobody told me you can lose when you win
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And if they did it¡¯d still be missing
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(Hook 1)
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I guess I bit off more than I could chew
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And nobody told me, nobody told me
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Had it all and never knew
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Cus nobody told me
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Nobody Told Me
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B.O.B. |