| We’re gonna make it this time
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| We gon' make it, yea we gon' make it
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| I can’t stand to lose you
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| We gon' make it, yea we gon' make it
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| We’re gonna make it this time
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| We gon' make it, yea we gon' make it
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| Don’t let the past confuse you
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| We gon' make it, yea we gon' make it
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| Who would’ve thought we would’ve made it this far?
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| Our teachers thought we’d end up behind bars
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| My father taught me to finish things I start
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| When you even the odds you always end up in stars
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| Right under the moonlight bright, it’s sunshine
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| Mama’s son, this little light of mine, make ‘em blind
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| With every breath to death, either hear what I say
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| Pressin' rewind with these rhymes, niggas know I don’t play
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| Gotta do it to death, gotta give it my best
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| The stress on my chest like Superman with the S
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| I don’t change in the booth, you Clark Kent on these songs
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| Where I’m from we don’t live that long
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| So if you listenin' know how critical your position is
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| Tryna make the cut, know how deep the incision is
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| Had to take a chance when there ain’t nobody givin' in |
| Not to show you what’s possible but to show you what’s imminent
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| And that’s the difference
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| We’re gonna make it this time
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| We gon' make it, yea we gon' make it
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| I can’t stand to lose you
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| We gon' make it, yea we gon' make it
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| We’re gonna make it this time
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| We gon' make it, yea we gon' make it
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| Don’t let the past confuse you
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| We gon' make it, yea we gon' make it
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| Mama said to clean the house, don’t make her say it again
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| When I was ten, reminiscin', let me live it again
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| Moment in time, rhyme when I listen to all these songs
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| Close my eyes, it’s a polaroid in audio form
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| Now bring it back, sweet memories back, when big mama was livin'
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| Wearin' her slippers sayin' «Gimme a kiss»
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| Somethin' I miss, shit that’s gone in the distance wishin' it didn’t
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| But it did, to the day that you die, you gotta live
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| So live to the fullest, a bullet had took the life of my neighbour
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| Miss Perry, tellin' us Mickey died, I cried a million tears
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| My shirt covered my eyes, look to the sky he a little older than I
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| And a few days before on his porch, we sittin' there |
| Told him I liked his Jordans, he said «I'll get you a pair»
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| That was somethin' I admired, I told him I’d wanna be him
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| Now the last time I seen him was the last time I seen him
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| Rest in peace Mickey
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| We’re gonna make it this time
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| We gon' make it, yea we gon' make it
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| I can’t stand to lose you
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| We gon' make it, yea we gon' make it
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| We’re gonna make it this time
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| We gon' make it, yea we gon' make it
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| Don’t let the past confuse you
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| We gon' make it, yea we gon' make it
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| I learned progression as an adolescent
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| Life taught me more lessons than they could’ve in class
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| I watched a wino buy a fifth, sip then fill up the flask
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| My friend just bought a dutch, split it, filled it with hash
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| Pimps pulled up on the Ave, Cadillac Eldorado
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| Hoes minus the stretch marks could’ve been models
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| In they prime, I’d be lyin' if I said I’d never thought about buyin'
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| Peaches for a night, she was light skin
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| Like she could’ve been kin of Lisa Bonet
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| Baby doll hair, real cute in the face
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| The same city that drove me insane somehow saved me |
| With hoop dreams we sorta like Arthur Agee
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| In the alley playin' ball where niggas don’t call calls
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| Watchin' the playground legends later fall off
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| Fall from grace, son don’t wonder why we say it
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| Don’t know how but we’ll make it, we gon' make it
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| We’re gonna make it this time
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| We gon' make it, yea we gon' make it
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| I can’t stand to lose you
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| We gon' make it, yea we gon' make it
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| We’re gonna make it this time
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| We gon' make it, yea we gon' make it
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| Don’t let the past confuse you
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| We gon' make it, yea we gon' make it |