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[Intro: Andra Day]I wanna be where you areWhere you are[Hook: Andra Day]You see my heart won''t let upI''m trying not to fallWish I could write you a letterI know you heard it all beforeWhat I meanWhat I want isI want to be where you areWhere you areSafe from harmIn your armsIn your[Verse 1: Raekwon]Got to stay on my feet, I can''t slipRemain focused because these vultures are lurkingPraying I don''t winBut they can forget about it because I ran for thisYeah tears and sweat devoting my life I planned for thisKeeping the slammer close, I''m not aloneSmoking that black cabbageMaking my enemies go poof begoneSo the facts isMoney make niggas throw rocks at the throneI''m thinkingSpoilin'' their actionReality is I mean businessPlease stay out my wayFor real I''m serious, negativity out my spaceI wear grown man britches, this is no child''s playMaking haters love meSo our relationship is love/hateSee I describe greatAnd you despise thatPutting pressure back in this gameWord from this live catNiggas besides thatI''m from a place where most don''t make it out aliveAnd homicide can''t even buy that[Hook: Andra Day]You see my heart won''t let upI''m trying not to fallWish I could write you a letterI know you heard it all beforeWhat I meanWhat I want isI want to be where you areWhere you areSafe from harmIn your armsIn your[Verse 2: Raekwon]Some of my niggas is still taking penitentiary chancesLife lessonsThey never learned whether they lived or dieThey not concernedCaught in the systemFlips, they got mouths to feedBy any means they got to earnWho am I to knock ''emIf they cover their faces stockingRun up in the spots and let the Glock kickThat used to be meYoung, ruthless, and carefreeUntil I seen the bigger pictureShifted, my way of thinkingThat 25 to life is realSo is the casket once it close on youWord to the youthIts not a game, cause life''ll swerve on youAnd she''s a bitchAnd could care less about the nerves on youTo either what I''m sayingOne day it might change your lifeFrom poor to rich livingBetter fresher in white leatherFrom out the hand me downsFlashing high-priced threadsMatching the foreign cars in the drivewayLiving that wealth foreverFrom me to you young worldHere''s my letter[Hook: Andra Day]You see my heart won''t let upI''m trying not to fallWish I could write you a letterI know you heard it all beforeWhat I meanWhat I want isI want to be where you areWhere you areSafe from harmIn your armsIn your[Outro: Andra Day]Coming from the city where they run outYou know I seen it all beforeI ain''t here to judge (?)You know I done it all beforeComing from the city where they run outYou know I seen it all beforeI ain''t here to judge (?)You know I done it all before