| It’s feeling great seein' my fears fade away
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| No more stressin' bout my future and coming in second place
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| Man, you placed my second plate where I lay and It will get ate
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| That means that I need more, 'cause these portions I’m given ain’t enough to
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| cut it, enough to run it
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| Compared to my goals this is nothing 'cause I’m aiming at the moon and if you
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| too, then this your warning
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| 'Cause I’m on my way, if you delay me from what I’m becoming
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| That’s gon' only make me want it even more, nigga
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| Hungry
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| 'Cause I’m tired of hearing them say, «If not today, another day»
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| Ain’t no if, and, buts, about it
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| I doubt I wait another day, 'cause yesterday you said the same thing
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| And look what we’ve accomplished
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| A compass cannot direct the future
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| A view we can tarnish
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| Simply snipping the harness, and go from largest to farthest
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| And in a matter of seconds regretting you didn’t harvest all the greens in your
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| garden
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| Instead you bought a Ferrari
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| And, taking Moms out to dinner
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| Aye, salmon and calamari
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| Not once did you consider what would happen if you failed |
| 'Cause everybody, everybody think this last forever
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| But see, I know the truth that’s why I’m grateful where I’m held
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| I dropped seven songs this year, did better than some careers
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| 'Cause Lord knows that I worked hard for this
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| Lord knows, the disagreements and big arguments that unfold between me,
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| and myself
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| I sat in the corner, and felt I wasn’t suitable, the usual, that made me repel
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| From the truth that revealed, that I was born with the skill therefore I die
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| with some 'mills and my kids account gon' be filled
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| Mama say she proud of me, she see what I’m about to be
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| They count on me to save the game
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| I’m counting paper, counting sheep, that mean I do this in my sleep
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| If it ain’t click the first time
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| They gassin' up my single, I just winged it the first time
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| Went from being so down to on now
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| Labels hitting me in school
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| Teachers say put my phone down
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| But, Mr. Smith, can’t you see that this what school is teaching me?
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| Who cares if I fail history, I’m going down in history
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| Math taught me percentages 'cause niggas got weird tendencies to drain my energy |
| I swear to God you ain’t finessing me
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| I’m carrying on this legacy if you like it or not
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| And I swear I-
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| Give me some beat, man
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| Fade away, I never do
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| This hustle is impeccable
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| Best listen what they telling you this nigga’s incompatible
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| The other dudes that come in tunes, that’s a artist and a writer too
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| Claiming that you lit, well nigga, just ran out of liter fluid
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| You kinda blew it when you lured this connoisseur interviewer
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| Eyes they realize that you’re the one that’s clogging up the pipes
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| All these years, you been the hype
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| I took it over, overnight
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| And now I’ve paved the way for all the young niggas to take a bite |