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I gave my everything to niggas' and got nothing in return
Two years of being slept on, never got my turn
Took two years off and said, "fuck it I gotta' learn"
Sometimes I wonder why I was even fucking concerned
And that's some real ass shit (that's some real ass shit)
I pulled niggas' out the fire, gave 'em shit they couldn't earn
Buncha' shit they ain't deserve, I shoulda' let them niggas' burn
That's some real ass shit (that's some real ass shit)
I gave my everything to niggas' and got nothing in return
Two years of being slept on, never got my turn
That's some real ass shit
I gave my everything to niggas' and got nothing in return
But some suckas' gotta' drown, bustas' gotta' burn
(Real ass shit)

Ooh
I ain't the king, nigga' how is that?
Niggas' threw dirt on me, I brought 'em flowers back
You took the easy way out, I took the hard walk
You gotta' take the long road to listen to God talk
Both of my brothers in prison, I seen my mother crying
Puff said this path get dark, that nigga' wasn't lying
Govern my mind and my body, my soul, my metaphysics
I've transcended to mentions niggas' have yet to visit
Yes, it's vivid, my essence exquisite, no pressure, [?], exhibits, eclectic, prolific
My sonic aesthetic is different
Your prior work is fireworks
When you ain't shining, the thrill is gone, that's how it works
Everybody looking up at the sky
For God to work
Well I was made in the image of God, it gotta work
Let me guess, you get the work for cheap
Supply the work
Bitch I research, I cross-reference, apply the work
I got the spirit of a hurricane victim, this outta' work
When that flood water up to you neck, its knowledge first
We gon' see how your mind, your soul, your chakras worth
When the whole world flooded, the fuck is dollar worth?
Niggas' talk all that hype, but I doubt it
Put life inside your body, get life out it
Put love inside your temple and find peace
Well Los, "where you find that knowledge?"
"It found me"
On God, Money, War, I prophesied it before
Now I went from your TV screen to your front door
You give niggas' your whole soul and they want more
They ask me why I'm so hardcore

I gave my everything to niggas' and got nothing in return
Two years of being slept on, never got my turn
Took two years off and said, "fuck it I gotta' learn"
Sometimes I wonder why I was even fucking concerned
And that's some real ass shit
I pulled niggas' out the fire, gave 'em shit they couldn't earn
Buncha' shit they ain't deserve, I shoulda' let them niggas' burn
That's some real ass shit

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