| It was a matter of time and now the tide’s turning
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| Playing Finally Famous like it was made for me
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| Young kid from a city, I had nothing but myself
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| So I built a space shuttle and forgot the seatbelts
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| But the man on the moon, it kept a smile on my face
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| '92 Bonneville with no gas in the tank
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| Was a motivated kid, owe a lot to Mac Miller
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| And it sucks really bad that I can’t tell him
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| And I still find it crazy that this music shit my job
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| Used to work for Jimmy Johns, waited tables for a while
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| Dropped a record with my brother, made some shirts that said 'All Smiles'
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| Never thought it’d be my life to talk about my life
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| I guess that’s how it goes, but the truth is I don’t know
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| And I still get super nervous before I do any shows
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| Even when you know the words, this shit still isn’t easy
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| I battle with my demons, just use mic stands to defeat 'em
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| And I rap when I had nothing, so I’ll rap 'til I have nothing
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| You won’t see me at functions, need a metronome to function
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| Make the music for the people that ain’t give me time of day
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| When I was selling tickets, guess the sun was in their face
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| But look everything is love, 'cause I don’t hold no grudges
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| At least you came around, this culdesac is bumping
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| And please don’t be ashamed, a billboard with my name
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| And I’ve put it on a route my mama drives every day
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| It’s that part where you put in, like, a dope sample
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| And, like, a voicemail
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| Make it dramatic
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| Make it emotional
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| I mean I’ve done it, but, you know, it’s whatever
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| Yeah, uh
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| And I’ve been through enough, but still got ways to go
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| Afraid of all the highs but find comfort in my lows
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| 'Cause when you’ve reached half the mountain, the bottom’s all you know
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| But I still make the climb 'cause the view is worth the fall
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| Used to wait for other calls, the ones that never came
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| So I turned off my phone and let my hand take other rings
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| But see, nothing’s for the image, I don’t care what you think
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| I just like my carats full of gold like my streets
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| I think Heaven’s where you make it, and I live out my dreams
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| So if I die today, then are things really gonna change?
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| Those obligations, I’m a meat, and that’s just not in question
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| My voice is way too big and every year is an election
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| And I hate all the attention, but it’s necessary, ain’t it?
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| It used to be the reason I was always getting faded
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| But it’s cool man, I be straight, a billboard with my name
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| And I put it on a router, used to work every day
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| Was actually hoping to have it up by the time this song came out
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| But since I’m a rapper
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| These billboard companies is trying to play me
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| Like, I know how much you charged the person before me
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| I know how much you charged before that person
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| And now you’re trying to charge me like double because I’m a rapper?
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| Get your shit together, bro |