| I’m leaving school early, I got a stack to make
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| This school don’t teach me no swag so I just pack and wait
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| To chase the dream, you know how long that can take
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| But you better off being quiet if that’s all you gon' say
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| Lookin' the eyes, sometimes you gotta realize
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| The way you feel tries to stop you from your real grind
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| I know niggas who would die for a real mind
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| But I got it so it’s that «let's go make a mil"time
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| Life changing, rearranging, different stages
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| Different stages in different cities, man shit is crazy
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| Who would have thought I come to kill it, promoter paid me
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| Come back home, they run into him like «That's the same Casey! |
| «A grown man, them same problems don’t remain to phase me
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| Still shining, still growing, still Customized Greatly
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| On the grind, they wasn’t knowing now they gotta face it
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| Girl, you still on my and I ain’t trying to erase it
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| Face my problems like it’s gotta be read through some pages
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| Speaking to God, swear I’m working on my patience
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| Was having a bunch of fans when you my favorite
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| But I got a bunch the plans, I’m running to the pavement
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| The streets of L.A. where I lay my pavement
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| Words spread so fast, a nigga out in Asia
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| Yea, be discreet with yo prolly get them all
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| The future is ours, I think it’s time to kill them all
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| Asalaam alikum to all the flakers and the constant haters
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| Who constantly contradict themselves
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| Nigga, I’m on
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| Yeah man.
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| I present to you Customized Greatly!
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| From the city of Los Angeles to the World!
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| Yeah! |