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Don't you ever look down on me I am who I am And I'm proud to be Give a damn about a band Unless it's musically This is food to me Fueling me Think about the legacy that you would leave Kazt isn't back Bitch I never left I just played my past a eulogy Listen back To when I had Nothin but a pen and pad Struggles nothin new to me Doubling just to run a dream But the Funny thing I been down so damn bad that Homie even you would have to think I could only break But I caught snake Took the venom from my veins And I spit it in the face Of the fake Catch a wave and I leave a body at the bottom of the lake Ooh I'm on the way I Was born down and out But I suffer through the pain and I drown it out Always counted on being counted out Homie I'ma make it count Mark that day countin' down Funny how it's all about the count But my bloody fangs never talked about I have always been the one to stand up Hands on my hand gun if you don't understand son We a different breed You a different brand yuh It isn't what you dream This is what you handle I have always been the one to stand up Hands on my hand gun if you don't understand son We a different breed You a different brand yuh It isn't what you dream This is what you handle I have always been the one to stand up Hands on my hand gun if you don't understand son I'm About to land one Till they good and damn done Ran from none Not about to start now Let me break it on down This the way my heart sounds I been workin' after hours after dreams All you cowards gonna see This The truth to me Sure its new to you Its the blues I bleed I don't stand down I don't give up All my guns cocked You can all get fucked I don't play around Bout to lose control I ain't gotta say a sound You can see the soul Here to stay around Watch 'em break like gold Break 'em down Like we used to do them O's Ooh they shooters now Watch me run 'em down Like I used to do them hoes I have always been the one to stand up Hands on my hand gun if you don't understand son We a different breed You a different brand yuh It isn't what you dream This is what you handle I have always been the one to stand up Hands on my hand gun if you don't understand son We a different breed You a different brand yuh It isn't what you dream This is what you handle I have always been the one to stand up Hands on my handgun If you don't understand son I'm about to land one Till they good and damn done Ran from none Not about to start now Let me break it on down This the way my heart sounds