| Yea from the top man
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| For those who don’t know
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| Desk job or streetlight my fam gotta eat right
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| Weekend or weeknight we work until we see light
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| What comes around goes around it feels good to be right
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| You 'bout to be in last place no chance to see the mic
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| No doubt my flow’s actually 'bout to be
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| The Barry Bonds of any song you hear me on
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| Haters wanna give directions but they can’t steer me wrong
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| I’m clearly strong enough to bust through any bond you form
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| I started rhymin' in a dormitory stairwell
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| My college life parallel, both heaven and hell
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| At its apex blank checks for the cashin'
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| Worst case scenario I wouldn’t let it happen
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| I came too far to turn around and stop now
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| I’m not about to be a university dropout
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| My momma worked hard just so I could make it
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| And I’ll be damned if I let her hard work stay wasted
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| She said «Boy, don’t worry 'bout those banks statements
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| When life is dishin' it out you gotta be able to take it
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| And make it into a stepping stone
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| Because with every move you make you’re closer to home»
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| I said, «True mom,» walked away with that jewel
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| Then I studied hard, and got the hell outta school
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| Now I never trip over monetary obstacles
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| Because I know that anything is possible
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| It’s like that y’all
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| And you don’t stop
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| It’s like that y’all
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| And you don’t quit
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| You keep on, you keep on
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| No doubt, and we out! |