| Bridges always burn
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| Tables always turn
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| What goes around comes right back round
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| Monday night and I’m up
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| (Beam me up, Scotty)
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| Why they hating on me for?
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| Why? |
| Cos I got potential and
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| I got the mental to be one of the greatest alive
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| And y’all want a piece of the pie
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| And they wanna seek and divide
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| But where was you where when I needed advice
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| And not when the money arrived
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| So many tears that I had to cry
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| Got me finessing I’m tryna to survive
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| So much invested can’t get back the time
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| Word to my family I gotta provide
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| I’m on the grind grind grind grind
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| All of the time time time time
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| I seen friends change when the cash came
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| In the court room giving all names
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| Where your loyalty lie when the time comes?
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| Can’t be loyal to the wrong ones
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| Find out later it was never love
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| Never know who you could ever trust
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| I got my eye on the prize
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| I put my pride to the side
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| I put my faith into God
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| I put my time in the grind
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| I got the real for you liars
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| Pray for my enemy minds
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| They wanna tempt me at times
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| But I am too centered inside
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| Bridges always burn, bridges always burn
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| Tables always turn
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| What goes around comes right back round
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| Monday night and I’m up
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| you that I fuck with
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| What goes around comes right back around
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| Momma never raised no fool
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| That is not what she birthed
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| Recognizing my worth
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| I spit the real in these verses
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| I am nowhere near perfect
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| But I know that I’m worth it
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| Fuck bout a hater you miss me with it
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| 2016 is a new beginning
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| I got a whole lot of weight on my shoulders
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| My momma just told me I’m built for winning
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| Got the mind frame and my soul right
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| Never go back to my old life
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| Brand new ferrari the turn pike
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| My and my niggas ain’t looking back
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| Its a damn shame if you ever doubted
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| I be laughing to the bank about it
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| Told you niggas I’m the fucking realest
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| Said that I meant it I seen the vision
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| Too bad I don’t get the recognition
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| Too bad I’m nowhere near being finished
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| Too bad I’m whipping that new edition
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| That be the reason she pay attention
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| Hear them talking down but I never ever listen
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| I don’t never listen, I don’t never listen
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| Bridges always burn, bridges always burn
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| Tables always turn
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| What goes around comes right back round
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| Monday night and I’m up
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| you that I fuck with
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| What goes around comes right back round
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| Momma never raised no fool
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| That is not what she birthed
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| Recognizing my worth
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| I spit the real in these verses
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| I am nowhere near perfect
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| But I know that I’m worth it
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| I am too motivated, I got it orchestrated
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| She gon' be cultivating
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| I am so elevated
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| Please don’t be devastated
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| I was very patient I was too sedated
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| I was being accomadating
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| Fuck all that humble I’m infiltrating
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| Fuck all that humble I’m infiltrating
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| Fuck it, niggas all good when you doing better
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| Just don’t do better than them
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| They might just cover the rim
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| They hate when you ball in the gym
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| But I will not let one of you fuckboys ever stop me
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| Excuse my language now
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| Not here to be famous I wanna be legendary
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| My flow is a cemetery
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| You sweeter than February, nigga
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| Bridges always burn, bridges always burn
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| Tables always turn
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| What goes around comes right back round
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| Monday night and I’m up
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| you that I fuck with
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| What goes around comes right back round
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| Momma never raised no fool
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| That is not what she birthed
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| Recognizing my worth
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| I spit the real in these verses
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| I am nowhere near perfect
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| But I know that I’m worth it
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| Bridges always burn
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| Tables always turn
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| What goes around comes right back round
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| Monday night and I’m up
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| you that I fuck with
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| What goes around comes right back round
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| Bridges always getting burned
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| Tables always turn
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| What goes around comes right back round
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| Monday night and I’m up
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| you that I fuck with |