[Jean Grae]

I ain't afraid to shine different.. c'mon



Devoted life to the dream of lights and fortune and fame

I might just gain the vision, or just might be livin in vain

See in the game it's cool strolls and platinum thugs

Stack the cash, drugs and women; bubble in crime, trouble in time

I stay humble with mine, had drama for words

Encountered some birds who tried to take the shine

But I'm illuminatin like a thousand frozen wrists in the glint of the sun

Worth the Franklin Mint and Wall Street combined into one

They can't see it yet though, different like niggaz sayin petrol

for gas, english metric system, graded on the past

Just tryin to reach y'all, no one's at my arms length

Wanna stay in the race but slowly runnin out of breath

They all alike, can't understand, maybe it's safest

to play the role and be another glitch in The Matrix

Repetitive flow, embedded in dough

I run the risk of pissin everybody off, but I don't care if you know



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Yo I'm on the line like white, china, table

Lay it all out for the shit; nigga, no, doubt

Fuck real, I'm right, told you the last time man

Fuck y'all, say it

Bring it, lay it all out for the shit; nigga, no, doubt

Fuck real, I'm right, told you the last time

Things ain't different, say it

Bring it, I'm on, now



[Jean Grae]

Quit for good, too many times, shit maybe I should

But it won't prevent rejection reappearin in life

I even lay the toughest down for you

Paint the ground blood pink for you, only so that you feel me right

Then hear me tight from the ills perhaps

But not a lot of scenes like movie stills are fleein from fiends and caps

I had, thrills and high spills, couple of hot chases

Romance with Jacks, Jills in dirty places

No jail cell been filled and no court cases

But committed murder of flesh, two of my own faces

At best I'm, a dime each, not a dozen, never cheap

Fornicated adultery once and now I never cheat

Younger sibling or two, family disfunctional

Problem with bein on time, hardly ever punctual

Punchclocks give me the runs, just not in my blood Akki

Y'all flashin guns at me, time to go?  Let it be



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[Jean Grae]

See I got these bill collectors, practically at the door chillin

I can't explain to Visa how I'm tryin to stack a million

Hustle on the side for chump change, it's not big time

I only do it for fries, chicken and wine and hump days

Reality spit, dudes and rap bitches sick of me

And if they right, they still print, I'm tryin to do calligraphy

All real, sit up just all night, just thinkin it's all wrong

Won't sleep 'til everything's alright

I made brush fire noise; I need four alarm

Three A.M. on the lawn with two kids and one slipper on

Blaze now, your days phase out like old sitcoms

Tryin to save the show by puttin new fuckin kids on

Love me or not, respect it for what it's worth

I'm like a bundle of dough in a knot in a purse under your cot

Undiscovered lines like connectin the dots

It's gonna happen, sooner or later

Fuck rappin, just givin data



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