| Yeah
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| Check
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| How else I make it this far?
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| How else I make it this far?
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| How else I make it this far?
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| How else I make it this far?
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| Listen, music my flesh and blood, it’s been my only love since ye high
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| I used to play Jay high and Ye high
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| Thinkin' one day I would go from fan to fuckin' player
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| I guess I found a way huh, my nigga Cozz wants Zendaya
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| A side note, I’m rootin' for you, I use these bars and start recruitin' for you
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| But treat her right
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| And just remember, on your lonely nights this mic will be your friend
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| You tell it all your secrets that you keepin' deep within
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| Your fantasies, regrets, your happy moments and your sins
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| And if he doesn’t comprehend, at least he can pretend
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| Let’s begin to be the men we never seen
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| In the 80's they smoke crack but now today they sippin' lean
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| And poppin' Xannies
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| Fuck niggas runnin' from their families
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| The streets don’t give a fuck about the Grammys
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| Wish I could talk to granny, wish I could smoke in peace
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| But when I hit the blunt lately my mind it tortures me
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| Everything ain’t supposed to be, apparently
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| I take it as a sign and stick the shit that’s steerin' me
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| In the direction of some clarity
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| This music is my therapy, I thank the Lord 'cause he care for me
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| How else I make it this far?
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| How else I make it this far?
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| How else I make it this far?
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| How else I make it this far?
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| How else I make it this far?
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| How else I make it this far?
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| You know I gotta thank God
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| How else I make it this far? |
| (Far)
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| Music is my soul and fuel
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| I guess it only saves a chosen few
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| From goin' to school or sellin' dope, crazy
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| Back in school, I was bumpin' Cole daily
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| Now I’m writin' rhymes in the notebook that Cole gave me
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| And bro you so crazy, but all I can do is thank you
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| You threw your boy a lob, and shit, I ain’t even say to
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| But fuck it, all that shit he say true
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| 'Cause you a dime, I’m sure you hear that every day, cool
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| So look, fuck bein' fine 'cause I know you got a brain too
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| And shit, let me not get my plate full, you know your brain moves
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| A little different when you haven’t ate food
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| So I’ma leave it up to fate to make these decisions
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| And stick to my intentions
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| I did it for more of the passion, not the great checks
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| Knowin' that there’s more than fat asses and great sex
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| Tryna be the man I ain’t yet
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| But demons stuck on me like ashes on gray sweats
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| 'Cause man I ain’t made shit and I’m lackin' the patience
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| It’s a battle to take in' the fact that I ain’t win, yet
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| What am I sayin', I can’t complain when
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| I travel and take trips, I look to God then I thank Him
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| How else I make it this far?
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| How else I make it this far?
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| How else I make it this far?
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| How else I make it this far?
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| Yeah, how else I make it this far?
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| How else I make it this far?
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| You know I gotta thank God
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| How else I make it this far? |
| (far)
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| Look, I ain’t got money to blow but I’m gettin' there, dawg
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| Can’t get momma a home but I’m gettin' there y’all
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| Won’t reach the end of the road, just sittin' there dawg
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| How you gon' learn to grow if you ain’t listenin' y’all?
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| Look, I’m still a student of the game but I been through some things
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| And I could school you at this age don’t be clueless in the brain
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| You gotta learn to fly before you cruisin' with the planes
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| And you could be a boss, just gotta do it in your lane
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| Choosin' and choose to pray instead of choosin' prey
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| To use and abuse for pay
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| You doin' it for the love or you doin' it to get praised?
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| What would you do for fame?
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| If it was family or money, they probably lose you today
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| Probably go buy a car and try and coupe with the pain
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| Sometimes homies and hoes is truly the same
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| Try and screw you for change, yeah it’s truly a shame
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| But somehow I seem to see the beauty in the rain
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| I made it this far |