| This is my story, this is my song
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| If you feel it, muthafucka, you can’t go wrong
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| To the screw-face niggaz, whatchu on?
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| Get off that, get a goal and focus dawg
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| See, I’m what you need, you fiendin' now
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| Ask around and I’ll bet you figure out
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| How to zone and control your future while
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| Yeah, I think I’m in the future too
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| I’m unlike fools, who precede the jewels
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| To be like them, I be like who
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| I be like me, Mr. K-i-d S-o-l-o D-o-l-o
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| See the lord adore me
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| He met me half way
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| 'No guts, no glory' I always say
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| So until I reach what I came here to find
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| Along with inner peace, life will always be a grind
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| One day I’ll be what the world want me to be
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| I was born to be super duper Scott
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| The one bad bitches call super duper lame
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| Now super duper fame gives me super duper brains
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| 86 to Cape, but I’m super duper high
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| Soarin' passed the moon I’m super duper lonely… guy
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| Down and out, so I’m out and down and looking for a substance to drown in, hey
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| Down and out, so I’m out and down and looking for a substance to drown in
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| For even in hell, I still have faith
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| To one day be free with my father at the gates
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| But make no mistakes, I’ll show you what time takes
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| To be a success on earth, mixed with all the hate
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| I stand on my pivot, my life you could not live it
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| For the things that I’ve seen have been too damn explicit
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| But soon you will get it on a CD with some credits
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| I provide my grind, mixed with no edits
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| They say they don’t want me when I’m fucked up and forgotten
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| Until I rise up amongst the evils tryin' to stop 'em
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| Slow down bitch, my money is what I’m clockin'
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| I’m tick-tockin'
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| Once I start, I ain’t stopping
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| Such bullshit that my soul deal wit
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| When my room’s dim lit
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| I pray to God help with, uh
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| My endeavors and any kind of weather
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| Hoes be pleather fake so I erase 'em out my sim
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| Now do you want to be him?
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| Think twice, you commit suicide tryin' to read my mind
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| Now do you want to be him?
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| Think twice, you commit suicide tryin' to read my mind
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| Down and out, Hey
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| Down and out, out
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| Down and out |