| Thinkin' of my trip back
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| Got some time to kick back
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| I get whip-lashed if I stop now
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| I been movin' million miles terminal
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| Used to duckin', but I know they see me now
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| Tell 'em simmer down if they hatin' on me
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| I suggest you stop the faking, homie
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| Bitch, the whole world waitin' on me
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| Ask me how I’m doin', I been doin' great
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| Doin' everything I said I would
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| There aren’t really many who relate
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| Shout out to the ones that always knew they could
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| If you ain’t checkin' fo' me, hope you checkin' now
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| I can teach you how to check about it
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| If the money made, you got a heart
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| You will sell out way before you even start
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| See, a lotta people ain’t about the art
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| They just tryna claim a name
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| If you don’t eva put the work in
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| How the hell you gon' precipitate?
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| Without that then I doubt that
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| You eva gonna make it rain
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| This is not the lotto, stick to scratchin' tickets
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| I’ll be here tomorrow, I’ll be here a minute
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| I be for these spittin' in the booth
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| Storage blowin' like it’s under proof
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| In the buildin' tryna hit the roof, tho
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| Cause beast seems to be my new mode
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| And beats seems to be my new home
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| This dream turned to belong road
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| But what I planned out finally panned out
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| Siften through it, finally think I found gold
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| Will you ride with me
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| Till the clouds roll in
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| Till the road gets rough
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| Till the tires don’t spin
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| Will you ride with me
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| Till the curtains close
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| Tell 'em nobody ain’t out this froze
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| Step inside my shoes so never assume where I’ve been
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| Found the sagest haven in your arms, but my heart alarmed
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| Don’t you settle in!
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| Peddled in the pain, painting the picture will let me reframe
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| Opened the bottle, I bottled again
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| You lovin' the man that you’re kissin' today?
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| Or the name that I’ve became?
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| A man who changed for finding chains
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| Cuffed by chains, I think I lost my way
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| Inside this time where fake is seen as great
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| Real is how I serve it
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| Talkin' shit and yea I heard it
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| When the world tells you no that’s when you fight against the current
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| This is the time, Rocky Balboa, I hit it with nines
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| Step in the ring like I stepped in my prime
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| Down my might to the mic, blowin' up is a matter of time
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| Look at my dream and then look at my eyes
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| Traffic of rappers, I looked in the sky
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| When you know what you want then you get what you want
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| Any lesson, I’m feelin' the love
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| Cause I’mma tell you what it really is
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| And I’mma spill my heart no matter what I know
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| Then I took the path, neva lookin' back
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| Our joy is the struggle we sow
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| They’ll say stay inside the picture
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| Rationalize your hope
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| And if they break you down today
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| It’s just a better chance to grow
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| Will you ride with me
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| Till the clouds roll in
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| Till the road gets rough
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| Till the tires don’t spin
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| Will you ride with me
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| Till the curtains close
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| Tell 'em nobody ain’t out this froze |