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Yeah, uh, uh Tell myself I ain't feeling the weight, nigga, yeah Yeah, yeah, uh Tell myself I ain’t feeling the weight I came far from accepting defeat Made it out with the blood on my face We done shed every tear we can weep Watch 'em wearing they heart on they sleeve My shit don't even come out the fleece Niggas don’t even pay it no mind 'Cause I'm dressing that shit in Supreme Nah, that NLFTS, Black culture the blueprint Don't fuck with the BS, I'm doing my best (Yeah) They washed out, need to give it a rest The tables turn, why they tryna confess? I'm still the same nigga needing my space 'cause shit be evil but look good in the face (Face) They haphazard but I'm keeping my pace They haphazard but I’m-- (Yeah) Uh, I remember when I was eleven And watching my blood on the TV get spilled out (Yeah) Now I got a little older, no love for the system And I’m reaching back for the grip now (Yeah) And it's really fuck 12, I done grown in myself To the point I can see that they hate us All these white niggas bold on the web with that word but Letras de cancionesIn person, they know they won’t fade us (Yeah) If you not getting money, then shut the fuck up Bro, I don't wanna hear what you got to say (On God) 'Cause the checks be the only option for a nigga like me I can't make it no other way I was sitting in class in the back with my thoughts Consuming everything that’s around me When I'm snapping back into reality Shit still ain't change, the music still found me, you dig? Yeah, uh Tell myself I ain't feeling the weight I'ma thrive, it ain't up for debate Already got enough food on my plate Nigga, yeah, uh You can see all the sweat on my face We been hungry from birth to the date If you fuck with the grind, gotta skate Yeah, uh Tell my self I ain't feeling the weight I'ma thrive, it ain't up for debate Already got enough food on my plate Yeah, uh You can see all the sweat on my face We been hungry from birth to the date If you fuck with the grind, gotta skate, nigga, uh From Letras Mania