No Weapon

[Hook]
Why I gotta be myself
Why can't I be somebody else
I feel like the bottom of the shelf
Actually, it's somebody else

[Verse 1]
[?] it's time to say
[?] it's time to struggle
[?] it's time, I'm putting my own self up on the muzzle
[?] puzzle, a lot of pieces look the same
Let me check a different frame; wait they still look the same
Really, nothing really changed, and loop-de-loop
This won't get me in the coup
I don't have no fairy dust that'll make all these problems go poof
I've gotta make a move
I can't be the one up on the stoop, I'm sensing up with every step
I should really hang loose
While the kids playing, I'm over here kicking rocks
They've got the new Jordan's, I've got a hole in my sock
I see the fresh fits, all I got is hand-me-downs
The [?] polo was actually in the trash now
The trash that they [?], they never mattered
Now when somebody talk shit, my nigga, I am flattered
Every time you say my name, nigga, that is free promotion
So keep on with your talking, Ima keep coasting

[Chorus]
[?]
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[Hook]
Why I gotta be myself
Why can't I be somebody else
I feel like the bottom of the shelf
Actually, it's somebody else

[Verse 2]
Tell us how to sweat
Tell us how to error
[?] when I look into the mirror
My parents told me if they gave us [?] I'd never dance with them
But I wanna be like Snoop and add some juice into my [?]
And to me that is a metaphor to drowning out my sins
But it's time to get the glass, come on, let's do it again
I already lost it, I don't got nothing to lose
Mama know I ain't repping God and I know she don't approve
But I write what's in my heart and what's in my heart, I cannot refuse
Still substance, even though they might not be appraised
God, I hallelu, am I willing to be in true
Sometimes my opinion may be "Fuck them, but fuck you"
Is it a sin to express these feelings I deeply have
Some to make you cry, some to make you laugh
If this record was a mistake, then Lord, forgive me
And to the people judging me, I'm simply living

[Chorus]
[?]
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[Hook]
Why I gotta be myself
Why can't I be somebody else
I feel like the bottom of the shelf
Actually, it's somebody else