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(Just a word) How do I set it off, Wheel of Fortune, the frosting Yelling "what it cost me?" but that'd be carts before horses Every origin story is sorry, before it hit glory I wanted Drink Champs with N.O.R.E But it was hitting more like Jerry Springer or Maury Was never known for knocking back 40s Now knocking on 40 with a small seed, hocking my poetry When they only reward debauchery, nah nah I seen it all too often, walking, not knowing our offering In the street we was tripling portions Enough to keep flipping, not switch up our courses The slope slippery road oil slick I had to cut the cord, leave New York, follow my calling It brought me all the way to New Orleans, but if you think That the fruit or the problems won't follow you along then You're not tending to your garden Ohhhh Thought you had a nice plan but life got in the way (Now it might just become what it may) Yo, yo, you know it's 'bout right, but it's sounding cliché (So you don't take the time to relate) Hmm bro, you gotta show face, there'll be no one to blame (Or you might just become what you hate) Right, right, you gotta get a grip before it's getting away (It's alright, cuz it's never too late) (Oh oh oh) So tell 'em why you mad If you burned every bridge you had No one'll swim to you, whether you deserve to live won't matter That's just residual, all depends in the end still, sadly Guess that's a hidden rule, they'll still hold it against you gladly Tis the season, niggas having episodes Still skipping stepping stones, throwing wrenches Holding hammers, double edged swords Blue collar robust, I roll blunts on the bus headed home I'll be on the outskirt, never said "when in Rome," this Babylon Eat off your legacy longer than you had bread living Want you to be grateful dead, heaven sent, left on read Hence, one blew to the head, the spread red ribbon Boar's Heads and eggs, make the best with provisions Survival tactics, walked around the light pole backwards Patted myself, mind, body, and soul, those Black life hat tricks Only thing I can't get back is time spent past this Go ahead and run it back like classic Ohhh Thought you had a nice plan but life got in the way (Now it might just become what it may) Yo, yo, you know it's 'bout right, but it's sounding cliché (So you don't take the time to relate) Hmm bro, you gotta show face, there'll be no one to blame (Or you might just become what you hate) Right, right, you gotta get a grip before it's getting away (It's alright, cuz it's never too late) (Oh oh aye) (What that say)