| Yeah I saw that
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| For real, for real
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| For real, for real
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| For real, for real
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| You gon' get it boy, 'cause you’ve been there before
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| And yeah I rode them buses and yeah I swept them floors
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| You ever feel like you was meant for more
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| So you chase some dreams until your legs are sore
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| I came a long way, used to get ignored
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| Now I can’t get away with signin' signatures
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| Lot of niggas said they wanted this, I guess I meant it more
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| I got the dope lines you’ve been sniffin' for
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| I got everything that you can’t afford, on some metaphors
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| We run it right now nigga, not a minute more
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| All my niggas just tryna win, what you in it for
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| And I never thought that I’d get to ball
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| But became clutch when I was in the fourth
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| Don’t stall when you get the fork
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| Work hard and never make the fourth
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| Fuck a blue collar we gon' get what we deserve
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| And we want blue dollars, ain’t gon' be no person on the curb
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| Street lights on, my mama had to have me in before
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| I would sneak out, I was really just tryna be involved
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| Shared one room, so I was always in the kitchen more
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| The reason why I’m always cookin' for it
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| The reason why my flight is booked tomorrow
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| The reason why my night is full of whores
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| If your broad right then I’m pullin' yours
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| Play your cards right or I’m pullin' yours
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| Yo parents rich, what you took it for?
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| You going back, but Tom lookin' Ford
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| I looked to Lord when we was poor
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| Bitch, you can’t guess how many more days that I’m not gon' be paid
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| I got four words, not a minute more
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| Me and broke had to get divorced
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| I loved her once, but I was gettin' bored
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| That was my baby, I had to hit abort
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| I don’t think I gotta get a Porsche
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| I don’t think that you gotta get a horse
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| In order for to you to ride for me
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| Trust in me and we can get it all
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| Come talk to me and you can evolve
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| I’m competition, I’m pissed, but don’t get involved
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| Don’t get confused, nigga this is war
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| I can bring the beef, chicken, and the pork
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| If you heard 'bout me, let me can get the source
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| Listen boy, all them stories be doctored it up 'cause I’m too sick
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| All they tryna do is get the cure
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| Not sayin' you a bitch, but don’t be misinformed
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| Time is money and I missed the cause
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| Man I’m trying to make the list of Forbes
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| Tell me, nigga, what you livin' for?
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| I do it for all the people that ain’t never switched at all
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| All of the people that was here before
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| I’m livin' my life and I live for yours
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| We all been waiting, but I couldn’t take it
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| Nigga trust me, not a minute more
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| I’m the engine that could take us far
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| I’m talkin' Westside to Singapore
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| I used to go to my third class and skip literature
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| Now I’m sittin' up in first class and my pen is raw
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| Don’t miss the shit, better get aboard
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| This what happens when you live for God
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| This what happens when you pray to God
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| This what happens when you beat the odds
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| I’m waitin' for him, not a minute more
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| This what happens when you wait for God
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| This what happens when you pray to God
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| This what happens when you beat the odds
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| I’m waitin' for him, not a minute more
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| This what happens when you pray to God
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| This what happens when you pray to God
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| This what happens when you pray to God
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| Trust me, nigga, not a minute more
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| I’m waitin' for him, not a minute more
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| This what happens when a nigga beats the odds
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| This what happens when you really live for God
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| We want it right now nigga, not a minute more |