[Intro:]
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Nah Nah Nah Fuck that
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The problem with you nigga is you lazy
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You want everybody to do somethin' for you
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You live with your momma
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You wanna sit up, you don't wanna obey no rules
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Complanin' 'bout how it's too hot
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Nigga you ain't got no car
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You don't wanna get on the bus
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Fuck that nigga, that's the reason you ain't got no money
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You ain't got no job
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Nigga you got to do for your mothafucking self
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[Verse 1:]
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I ain't tryin' to say I don't understand
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But I ain't showin' no sympathy for no lazy nigga
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All you do is sit at home tweet and facebook and hate on niggas
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You complain about your life, like I be in the mood
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And your ass was to cool to try and finish school
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Now you sittin at home, broke, without shit to do
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Tryin' to find a bitch to stick your dick into
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I know the game nigga
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Ain't nobody have a job for me
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So fuck your mothafucking sob story
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You see, you shoulda noticed
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I keep it real I don't sugar coat it
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Can't respect you if all you doin' is smokin nigga
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Get it together
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Cause ain't no forever in what you treasure
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If you don't like to be lectured, nigga, turn my shit off
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But just remember when your mind's a little different
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You won't be able to turn my shit off
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Nigga work on yourself
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[Interlude:]
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And you, you can't say shit
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See you, you got a momma and a mothafucking daddy
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You don't need to be acting a motherfucking fool
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That's your choice
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You wanna follow the wrong crowd
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You act like you don't know right from wrong
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Bitch you know right from wrong
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I ain't showin' you no mothafucking sympathy either
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And that's real
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[Verse 2:]
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I ain't tryin' to say I don't understand
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But you hoping like you need to do it
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You live at your momma house, got hella food in your kitchen
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Only thing is your atitude needs improvement
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You don't wanna get a job, but you want fast cash
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Your little fast ass need to go sit down
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That's the problem
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You follow bitches that really got to get it
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And you comfortable with the fact that you get around
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Fuck That
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Your family love back, you didn't love that
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Cause you were following behind a nigga, uh
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And when they told you vocals like they supposed to
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Your ass all of a sudden get defensive
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Bitch, please
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I ain't goin' beat around the bush
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Ain't no man goin' keep you if he could
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You ain't gotta do it, it ain't good for a job
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Hop your ass on Craig's list and go and look for a job
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Work on yourself
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[Interlude:]
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Aww, mothafuckers now, now they wanna play the victim
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Now mothafuckers wanna play the victim
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They wanna act like they mothafucking life, is so motherfucking hard
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Nigga, shut up
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Don't come over here tellin' me how hard your life is
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Nigga, my life's hard too
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You don't see me complainin' nigga, I'm making it work
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Do the same
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[Verse 3:]
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I ain't trying to say I don't understand
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But from where I stand we all gotta work on ourselves
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So in the meantime I work on what I can and shit
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Well, let God work on the rest
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You doin' your best, that's all I can ask for
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But if u tryin' to impress, then there go the back door
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We don't got time for fakeness, don't mind the hatred
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Accomplishin' mine and mine's rise in greatness
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I'm workin' on my flaws nigga, authentic with my heart in it
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I'm workin' while you at the mall with it
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The difference between my grind and your's is I always put my all in it
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Ask my momma she raised me, shit
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You can ask my city they made me
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So you can hate me, I'll be the first to tell
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Don't hate me cause you need to work on yourself
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Nigga
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[Outro:]
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I ain't tryin' to be on your head
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I mean I-I know ain't nobody perfect
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You feel me
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But you focus on your negatives, when you should be focusin' on
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Your mothafucking blessin's, like
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You over here tellin' me a bunch of shit, bringin me down
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I just want you to be happy, mothafucker
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Don't come over here tryna bring me down and shit
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I'm working on my own mothafuckin' self
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Straight up
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Work On Your Self
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Dizzy Wright |