(Hustle) I can't see the light in me They put it on a chain And told me that it's right there Speakin' for the life of me They lied to me You can never hold the fire that's inside of me (x3)
(Kill) No more favors (x3)
(Hustle) I believe in honesty So, honestly Your simple problems never bother me Puttin' in this overtime - I'm about my worth Watchin' my words, never waste a breath on Earth (x3)
(Kill) I'm gonna call off the parade to save ya Unless you wish to meet your maker When I start yellin' you can feel the danger No more favors (x3)
(Hustle) You see all these people out there With their hands out asking for favors Just get out there and put the work in Make your own money, man Raise your own kids
(Hustle) Shout out to the crew that used to hang out on Pennsylvania & Wheelin Listen to my six-track beats on repeat and tell me they feelin' it And maybe they lied, maybe they didn't want to hurt a kid's feelin's But what they did was light a fire, cuz now I feel like I'm the illest A motley bunch who never had much - Sex, drugs and pain Seven old-heads kept me clean, pushin' me to change Now I'm eighteen and I been ready, time to get the fuck out So I took all this confidence and left my hometown Don't know what they're doing, don't know where they live But if they can hear me I'm still grateful for everything they did They believed
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