| I look at the stars
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| They asking me what do I see
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| (They asking me what do I see)
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| I noticed that lately
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| All them constellations been looking like me
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| (They been looking like me)
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| Inspired to shine, nigga
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| (Inspired to shine)
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| Inspired to dream
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| (Inspired to dream)
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| I think of my life and I feel
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| That I may be as good as I seem
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| (I may be as good as I seem)
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| Coming up
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| I dreamt of the checks I’d be running up
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| I sat on bed writing lyrics to songs
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| I would practice 'em all
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| But it wasn’t enough
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| I wanna perform, I want a crowd
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| Singing it back to me, stadium loud
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| Homies in front, turning up
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| Getting down
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| They gone of the liquor
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| They drunken and proud
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| The energy hit when the lights on
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| That energy when it’s my song
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| I’m starting to think like a mogul
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| I’m starting to feel like an icon
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| Cause I ain’t the same and I know it
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| But I got the heart of a poet
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| That money is good, but it’s new here
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| I’m trying so hard not to blow it
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| Cause all of my friends walk around
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| And they icy, pricy
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| But when it come to me
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| I prefer just a tee and some Nikes
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| Fight me, I might be
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| Running from changes
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| I like how it is
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| It’s easy to covet the life that I live
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| Still ain’t got used to the sight from crib
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| I knew I would have it when I was a kid
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| At moments the nights would be dark
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| Won’t hold you, the journey was long (Long)
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| Through all of the bullshit
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| Imagine a younger me singing a song (Song)
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| Like, «Hickory dickory»
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| My clock has been ticking to victory
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| I don’t have a fear in the world
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| Whenever it’s time
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| I know they’ll be listening,"
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| Hickory dickory dock
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| This shit a bippity bop
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| If I want these niggas to think
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| Then I know that gotta get niggas to rock
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| Gotta go harder with every drop
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| I’ll be remembered like Biggie and Pac
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| That be the reason I stay on my grind
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| I ain’t wasting no time when I’m racing the clock, yeah
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| Hickory dickory dock
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| This shit a bippity bop
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| If I can see them as a link
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| Then I know that I gotta behave as the watch
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| Crank that shit up if only by a notch
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| Master the art and then give em a swatch
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| Put everything that I got on the line
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| I ain’t wasting no time cause I’m racing the clock, yeah
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| I’m a star now
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| Them visions don’t feel very far now
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| My parents was stressing shit
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| Worry no more
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| Cause your girl got a job now
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| And she afford an apartment
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| And soon she gone push it to start it
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| And everyone know who she is
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| When she leave the crib
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| She not getting carded
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| And that ain’t from college
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| Nah, that shit is all by the wonderful work of her hands
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| And maybe the prayers y’all sent up at midnight
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| When y’all ain’t know if I could see out my plan
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| But mama, I made it
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| And daddy, I’m faded
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| It’s how I stay grounded
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| Cause bitch, I’m elated, yeah
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| Now all of my messages full
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| Of these niggas who say we related
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| I never met none of em
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| Why would I make out a check to em?
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| Listen, I know how that sound
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| And it might have been different if I grew up next to em
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| We been so distant, they’d question me
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| If found out how to send out a text to em
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| It was just me with my head down
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| Eyes red
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| Barely slept in my bed
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| Fourteen hour bus rides
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| Windows pillowed my head
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| I knew it was coming, yeah
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| So I never stopped running
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| I’m watching the lights going by
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| I sat on that bus and was humming:
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| (Yeah)
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| Hickory dickory dock
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| This shit a bippity bop
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| If I want these niggas to think
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| Then I know that gotta get niggas to rock
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| Gotta go harder with every drop
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| I’ll be remembered like Biggie and Pac
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| That be the reason I stay on my grind
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| I ain’t wasting no time when I’m racing the clock, yeah
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| Hickory dickory dock
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| This shit a bippity bop
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| If I can see them as a link
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| Then I know that I gotta behave as the watch
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| Crank that shit up if only by a notch
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| Master the art and then give em a swatch
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| Put everything that I got on the line
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| I ain’t wasting no time cause I’m racing the clock, yeah |