| All he wanted was to be the best
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| Spend his life up on them beats, obsessed
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| Went to class where all the teachers stress
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| Get a degree to make decent bread
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| Didn’t believe it that he possessed
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| What it would take to break free from debt
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| One of them days, he gonna leave the rest
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| And then he gonna get paid and pay mama debt
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| Had a lot of tears and then a lot of sweat
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| Lots of pressure but it got intense
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| Lots of questions and they finally left
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| And then they all had said that they was unimpressed
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| By the mess he made, the uneducated
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| It’s a miracle that all the rent was paid
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| And then every day, they said he’d never make it
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| He was cheating death, he wasn’t getting famous
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| They forget his name before the credits came in
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| Friendly faces turning into strangers, hit the stage
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| And got intimidated by the situation and he merely fainted
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| To music playing and the system banging
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| Saw the hatred on they faces changing
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| And the love wouldn’t stop and the cheering came in
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| Then only heard what the voices saying…
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| Look up, look up, look up ‘cause even blue skies could fall
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| And now they saying to look up, look up, look up and one day
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| You’ll surprise them all, who gives a fuck if you keep them talking?
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| Least they talking, some people don’t get mentioned at all
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| That’s why they saying to look up, look up, look up ‘cause even blue skies
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| could fall
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| Started buzzing and they get impressed
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| People calling, giving him respect
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| A&R's then wanna give him checks
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| Every show, he signing women’s breasts
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| With no degree and no education
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| One degree left of separation
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| With every legend and with every great
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| In the game, in his place and they elevate it
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| Now the people hating from the past are gawking
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| Seen him walking with the basketballers in the NBA
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| Where they NBA, well yeah, it ain’t got him nothing
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| But some debtors calling, now he just ignore ‘em
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| No regret at all, no laying carpet, all he does is floral
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| He don’t gotta talk when the broads is foreign
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| And they body language says she adore 'em
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| Now it’s family dinners with a Grammy winner
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| Sitting in the R, you know Carrie with ‘em
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| Kicking it with horses and travelling the whole world
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| With all the girls who are enamored with ‘em
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| And they say they making movies so their lives
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| They be doing betas, he making history
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| Said the people would be making movies later
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| What’s a hater when you move into a spot that’s so a trade up?
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| And when he close his eyes, yo, he can’t hear them voices saying…
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| Look up, look up, look up, look up
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| And now they saying to look up, look up, look up ‘cause even blue skies could
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| fall
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| And now they saying to look up, look up, look up and one day
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| You’ll surprise them all, who gives a fuck if you keep them talking?
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| Least they talking, some people don’t get mentioned at all
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| That’s why they saying to look up, look up, look up ‘cause even blue skies
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| could fall
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| That’s why they saying to look up, look up, look up, look up
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| Look up to the sky, look up to the sky, look up to the sky, look up to the sky
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| tonight |