| This one’s for you and me, living out our dreams
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| We’re all right where we should be
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| With my arms out wide I open my eyes
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| And now all I wanna see
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| Is a sky full of lighters
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| A sky full of lighters
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| By the time you hear this I will have already spiraled up
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| I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up
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| If I was you I would duck, or get struck, like lightning,
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| Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point 'em skyward uh
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| Had a dream, I was king, I woke up, still king
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| This rap game’s nipple is mine for the milking,
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| 'Til nobody else even fucking feels me, 'til it kills me
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| I swear to God I’ll be the fucking illest in this music
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| There is or there ever will be, disagree?
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| Feel free, but from now on I’m refusing to ever give up
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| Only thing I ever gave up’s using no more excuses
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| Excuse me if my head is too big for this building
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| And pardon me if I’m a cocky prick but you cocks are slick
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| Popping shit on how you flipped your life around, crock-o-shit
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| Who you dicks tryna kid?
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| Flip «dick», you did opposite
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| You stayed the same,
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| 'Cause «cock"backwards is still «cock"you pricks
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| I love it when I tell 'em shove it
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| 'Cause it wasn’t that, long ago when Marshall sat, flustered lacked luster
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| 'Cause he couldn’t cut mustard, muster up, nothing
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| Brain fuzzy, 'cause he’s buzzin', woke up from that buzzin'
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| Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it
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| Wasn’t 'cause he had buzzards circlin' around his head
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| Waiting for him to drop dead, was it?
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| Or was it 'cause them bitches wrote him off
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| Little hussy ass, scuzzes, fuck it, guess it doesn’t matter now, does it
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| What difference it make?
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| What it take to get it through your thick skulls
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| That this ain’t some bullshit
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| People don’t usually come back this way
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| From a place that was dark as I was in
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| Just to get to this place
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| Now let these words be like a switch blade to a hater’s ribcage
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| And let it be known that from this day forward
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| I wanna just say thanks 'cause your hate is what gave me the strength
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| So let 'em Bics raise 'cause I came with 5'9"but I feel like I’m 6'8″!
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| This one’s for you and me, living out our dreams
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| We’re all right where we should be
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| With my arms out wide I open my eyes
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| And now all I wanna see
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| Is a sky full of lighters
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| A sky full of lighters
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| By the time you hear this I’ll probably already be outtie
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| I advance like going from toting iron to going and buying 4 or 5 of the homies
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| the iron man Audi
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| My daddy told me slow down, boy, you’re goin' to blow it
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| And I ain’t gotta stop the beat a minute
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| To tell Shady I love him the same way that he did, Dr. Dre on the Chronic
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| Tell him how real he is or how high I am
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| Or how I would kill for him for him to know it
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| I cried plenty tears, my daddy got a bad back
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| So it’s only right that I write 'til he can march right into that post office
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| and tell 'em to hang it up
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| Now his career’s Lebron’s jersey in 20 years
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| I’ll stop when I’m at the very top
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| You shitted on me on your way up
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| It’s 'bout to be a scary drop
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| 'Cause what goes up, must come down
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| You going down on something you don’t wanna see, like a hairy box
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| Every hour, happy hour now
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| Life is wacky now
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| Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy
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| Now I’m just the cat’s meow, ow
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| Classic cow, always down for the catchweight like Pacquiao
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| Ya’ll are doomed
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| I remember when T-Pain ain’t wanna work with me
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| My car starts itself, parks itself and autotunes
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| 'Cause now I’m in the Aston
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| I went from having my city locked up
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| To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick
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| And now I’m fantastic
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| Compared to a weed high
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| And y’all niggas that’s gossipin' like bitches on a radio and TV
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| See me, we fly
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| Y’all bugging out like Wendy Williams staring at a beehive
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| And how real is that
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| I remember signing my first deal and now I’m the second best, I can deal with
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| that
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| Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag…
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| You and I know what it’s like to be kicked down
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| Forced to fight
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| But tonight, we’re alright
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| So hold up your lights
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| Let it shine
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| 'Cause, this one’s for you and me, living out our dreams
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| We’re all right where we should be
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| With my arms out wide, I open my eyes
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| And now all I wanna see
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| Is a sky full of lighters
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| A sky full of lighters |