| I saw the vision and I stayed focused
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| Remain focus, the main focus
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| Yeah, from late nights to Daytona’s
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| From great drive to Range Rovers
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| Yeah, soul searching is so worth it
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| Could’ve been an accident, still have your own purpose
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| The mandem don’t work for me, they’re my co-workers
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| 'Cause the closest ones go the furthest, yeah
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| Why you telling me a friend of me’s an enemy?
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| These people tryna start something just to see the end of me
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| I needed to be worse off just to see the better me
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| I still assemble with niggas that I was in assembly with
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| Chat shit but you ain’t telling me shit, I’ll outverse man
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| I ain’t gotta tell him he’s shit, I’m now Bergkamp
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| You take shots I assist, and I’ll swerve man
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| Hoping U-turn when you diss, yeah
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| It’s all fun and games ‘til you play yourself
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| It’s all runaway when you enslave yourself
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| I was made in the ends, thinking Maida Vale
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| So I turned into Young Fire 'cause I came from hell
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| Give her heaven before mummy gets to heaven
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| So I fire in the booth, daily duppy with the weapon
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| I’m in true religion ‘cause they want me in their denims
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| Putting two and two together, never made a lucky seven before
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| Go getters, this is get it galore
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| I’ll put 20's on the floor and call it settling scores
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| ‘Cause capital’s for everybody but the choice was yours
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| I wondered if the culture could get rinsed anymore
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| And now the mandem got a Mercury and didn’t plan it
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| Meanwhile gyal are getting surgery but still ain’t Janet
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| It’s like I need a velvet rope to give me balance
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| I don’t even date no more and it gives me balance
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| ‘Cause I don’t trust these girls I’m contradicting myself ‘cos I love these
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| girls
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| Yeah they love me well but do they love me as well?
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| When I’ve got seven sisters who don’t know about the snail
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| Who don’t know about the Colombians, don’t know about the Wickes
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| So I move wicked on them, never hold down a bitch
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| Who couldn’t come and meet my children but could swallow my kids
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| I ain’t got me any children I’m just saying what if, yeah
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| I drink, don’t smoke but I’m faded
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| I ain’t been this stoned in ages
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| I’m in a room full of smoke
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| Coming at Young Fire, that’s a room full of smoke, I’m so dangerous
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| Couldn’t get a list of plays, got no playlist
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| Promise you I won’t come down when I go A-List
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| Can’t follow fresh footsteps in old trainers
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| Is this worth more than money?
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| I may need patience
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| It’s been a long time coming
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| Oh I, know why, they say, no grind, no shine
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| It’s been a long time coming
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| Yeah
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| Grinding all day, I want my days back
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| Did a song about my hood, I think I’m Ray Blk
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| Late nights in the 15, yeah I gave back
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| But I’m tryna build up, turn a yout' to a made man
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| But he’s got his steel tucked and he won’t let it go
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| Indecisive, he’s saying yes and no
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| But he remembers that he’s street, can’t forget the road
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| Probably do something he regrets, that’s only if he gets involved
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| Yeah, that’s the story of most of the youngers
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| Gotta go with your gut feeling I’ve grown in the gutters
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| Brotherhood will get my brothers out the hood
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| I had nothing to show for this, now I get shows in abundance
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| Yeah, what a feeling, what a feeling
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| I’m tryna protect my angels, deal with my demons
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| I’m tryna show you we’re able without the preaching
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| Uh, I’m the difference between madness and genius, wow
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| Yeah
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| I can’t believe this how did we get this far
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| Will these bars get me to a Bar Mitzvah? |
| Ay
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| It’s been a long time coming
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| Oh |