| Been grinding for a long time, these dreams are gonna be mine. |
| You wanna catch
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| a ride to the top? |
| Man, get in line. |
| Nothing’s gonna hold me back and nothing’s
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| gonna make me stop
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| I’m sticking to this path that I’m on cause it’s all I know. |
| You’re latching on
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| to me like a leach on a host. |
| You’re falling behind like another misguided
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| ghost
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| That’s the way it goes. |
| Sick of the fakes that are holding me back.
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| Sick of the weight that I got on my back. |
| You’re asking for help but I see no
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| return. |
| I worked for what I’ve earned. |
| You’re just like everyone else,
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| you think I’m living the dream. |
| Now you’re asking for help. |
| I worked for what
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| I earned
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| Through the blood and the tears I stuck to the task while you stayed back at
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| home and sat on your fucking ass. |
| I’m making my moves, I’m not takin the slack.
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| I’m making my moves and I’m not looking back
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| That’s the way it goes. |
| Sick of the fakes that are holding me back.
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| Sick of the weight that I got on my back. |
| You’re asking for help but I see no
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| return. |
| I worked for what I’ve earned. |
| You’re just like everyone else,
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| you think I’m living the dream. |
| Now you’re asking for help. |
| I worked for what
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| I earned
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| You’re falling behind because you won’t put in the work to bridge the gap
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| between you and I. You say you’re working hard but I know it’s all just an act.
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| It’s a simple fact
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| You want the glory but you take the back door. |
| I see no fruit from your labor.
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| I see no sign that you could do anymore than what you’ve done already.
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| You’ve fallen short and that’s all your fault
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| That’s the way it goes. |
| Sick of the fakes that are holding me back.
|
| Sick of the weight that I got on my back. |
| You’re asking for help but I see no
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| return. |
| I worked for what I’ve earned. |
| You’re just like everyone else,
|
| you think I’m living the dream. |
| Now you’re asking for help. |
| I worked for what
|
| I earned
|
| Sick of the fakes that are holdin' me back. |
| Sick of the weight that I got on my
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| back. |
| You’re askin' for help but I see no return. |
| Now you’re asking for help.
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| I worked for what I’ve earned |