| I was having nightmares that I would never reach the finish line
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| If pain is momentary I would never see the end of mine
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| 'Til I realized that these bitches can’t touch me
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| Like I’m a million fucking particles of nothing
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| Now I walk around like I can’t be knocked down
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| With everything they said I couldn’t be blocked out
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| There was a time where I would’ve quit and clocked out
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| You could’ve stopped back then bitch but not now
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| 'Cause I know who I am
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| Finally I’m on to base
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| I’ll show them, be like everyone else
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| Realize that it’s not my race
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| But still uh
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| Triumph is nothing if it doesn’t come from tragedy
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| So I’m a keep on running with all of you bitches after me
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| And I’m a keep becoming it’s nothing you motherfuckers even are
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| Overload I’ll malfunction you motherfuckers like
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| I wanted it all
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| Finally I got my way
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| I was having problems with my self back then
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| But now it’s nothing in my way
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| And they could be yours
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| If you want it baby make your way
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| And you can go far
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| Keep running baby it’s your race, it’s your race
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| I am not the one tell these bitches don’t test me
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| 'Cause I can spark off like my last name Leslie
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| And I can bark off like a motherfucking pet
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| Even put bitches down like a neddle up a vet sleeve
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| God damn I kill it off the exhale
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| Got bars for life I never ever get bail
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| And I have never once yet failed
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| Bitches know I get it cracking like egg shells
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| I remember when I couldn’t call myself real
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| Couldn’t look up in the mirror and not see myself still
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| Now I’m nothing that you motherfuckers can feel
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| People speculating like, nobody’s just that real
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| Damn I’ve been gone full circle
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| Jumped over moonstars, cradles and hurdles
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| You can touch hell and the field won’t hurt you
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| You go through it all to fulfill your purpose
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| 'Cause I know who I am
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| Finally I’m on to base
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| I’ll show them, be like everyone else
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| Realize that it’s not my race
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| But still uh
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| Triumph is nothing if it doesn’t come from tragedy
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| So I’m a keep on running with all of you bitches after me
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| And I’m a keep becoming it’s nothing you motherfuckers even are
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| Overload I’ll malfunction you motherfuckers like
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| I wanted it all
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| Finally I got my way
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| I was having problems with my self back then
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| But now it’s nothing in my way
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| And they could be yours
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| If you want it baby make your way
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| And you can go far
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| Keep running baby it’s your race, it’s your race |