| This for the dreamers
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| Holding up the middle finger
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| To all the non-believers
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| Yeah, now we don’t like you neither
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| N-N-Now I just gotta keep speeding
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| You know I’m going at my own pace
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| And as soon as I reach first place
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| I can’t wait to see your face
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| Uh, I go hard, no scrimmage
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| And I go, hater’s face all grim and
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| They so amazed, Popeye’s, no spinach
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| Look up in the sky, I fly, no engine
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| Uh, it’s a bird, it’s a plane-r
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| It’s okay for me to be a nerd, you’re a lamer
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| Tell me what you heard, what you learned, I’m insaner
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| What’s a little peasant on a curb to a king-r
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| I’m a winner, winner
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| Far from a beginner, -ginner
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| You gotta hold your hands in the, in the
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| Sky
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| And give it up for the winner
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| Give it up for the winner
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| Give it up for the winner
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| Yeah
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| I tell 'em fear nobody
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| Be fresh to death, don’t hear nobody
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| And baby girl’s a hottie, and she went to college
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| Do she got more head than she got body
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| She got knowledge, she’s a scholar
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| Dude, that means she ain’t got to tease for a dollar
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| And even though she got it and she got it from her mama |
| She still play 'em off when the G’s try to holla
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| Yeah, talk about a rare breed
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| How often do you see the young contrast
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| Tell the young thugs they can put the guns back
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| But if a nigga punch you, you better punch back
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| Yeah, I’m from a town where the guns clap
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| And people lose loved ones, you don’t want that
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| I’m just trying to get the people on one track
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| We can start it all over from scratch
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| Yeah
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| I want everybody to declare that right now
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| If they’re winning
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| I need everybody to just step up
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| For their life, for their love, and all of the above
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| Everything they stand for, you just gotta step up to it
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| You just gotta own it and claim it right now
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| And tell the whole world that… |