| Came from the gritty no lavish life
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| Came from a city with no flashing lights
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| And where your casket might drops outta sight
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| And where niggas keep them guns singing out Gladys Knight
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| Without the sacrifice I wouldn’t be here though
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| Book shows, tours going throughout the year so
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| Lemme introduce you to the new improved
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| So ahead of the class might as well skip school
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| Be a minstrel
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| Got them amazed on instrumental
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| Instant classic for you pass my intro
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| Tell her get in so we can get ghost
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| She can tell I got finesse from the way the pen strokes ya
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| My life, story that I been through
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| Chapter after chapter, pages you can flip through
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| Music by the wayside
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| It’s the game I’m hip to
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| 2005, when he hit 22
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| First album’s alive and ever since then
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| I been one step ahead of the game like stairs
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| My influence hopefully inspires some peeps
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| Who are the next up
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| Getting everything I dreamed for
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| Yeah, yeah, still on a million-dollar grind
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| Hustle til the sun don’t shine
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| Still hustling when the sunrise
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| On a rise, yeah he doing fine
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| On a high, I can’t even lie
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| Yeah, he trying to kill him every time
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| Gotta get it every time
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| To grow into a better life
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| I’m standing here fist up ready to fight
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| Experience is the blueprint to life
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| Look at me, I’m doing fine
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| So I got my new back dropper
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| Feeling like you not guy
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| Cash in my pocket so my pants look lopside
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| See the car drive by fast
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| Not caring where the cops are
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| Why these diamonds glaring like a cop car
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| Fuck being a pop star
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| I’m trying to be a rocker
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| Listen to this kid flow
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| Damn this nigga got bars
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| Almost where I wanna be
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| But I know I’m not far
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| On this elevator trying to make it to the top floor
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| Nigga now you showing out
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| What you call swag
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| Then what you call me
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| Cause I’m so better than that shit
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| I laugh, it’s funny how I mastered
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| What he call simple, these other call it advanced
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| Shout out to JKwan, Knotz, and my mans Madlib
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| Alchemist, 9th, Crisis and Khalil
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| Nigga Pete Rock and my Miss Careme Whigs
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| Money sees bitch
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| Money schemes big
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| Wish my nigga Proof was living to see this
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| Wish that nigga Dilla could hear this new shit
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| Shout out all my dream
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| Shout out all my goals
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| Wish for a lot of things
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| Careful what I ask for
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| Only God knows where this rollercoaster ride goes
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| But reaching those dreams the only thing I know
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| Yeah, yeah, still on a million-dollar grind
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| Hustle til the sun don’t shine
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| Still hustling when the sunrise
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| On a rise, yeah he doing fine
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| On a high, I can’t even lie
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| Yeah, he trying to kill him every time
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| Gotta get it every time
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| To grow into a better life
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| I’m standing here fist up ready to fight
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| Experience is the blueprint to life
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| Look at me, I’m doing fine
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| Yeah
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| What up to all my peeps, came through to hold me down
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| But look
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| We been here for a minute, We just getting started
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| Yeah, I’m out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Closed Chapter (feat. Mr. Porter) , by - Black Milk. Song from the album Album of the Year, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп