| Fast life but career is in a slowmo
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| End of my rope like a yo-yo
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| Name should be dunkin'
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| It’s been so many ups and downs I lost track of time, yo
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| I got away with the words
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| I’m all about the action, I stay with the verbs
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| Shoutout to my city kids, the kids who lay in the burbs
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| And they wanna make it out, yeah you stay with the urge
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| I feel you, way more than you’ll ever know
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| Gotta embrace your roots if you wanna grow
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| And if you tryna live your dream
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| Know it’s not what it seems to the people who don’t ever saw
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| Well, I’m here to thread the needle
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| Take down the house that lies like Don Cheto
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| 'Cause I do it for the people
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| I am not better or worse, I am equal
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| You know I had to drop the 808s
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| Burdens getting heavy like they made the weights
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| Music used to be relaxing
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| But nowadays it’s taxing like what we pay the states
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| But this is everything I asked for
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| And you bet your butt I’m done like I’ma ask more
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| Henny on QA, shoutout to my last tour
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| They talk about the ceiling but never mention the glass door
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| Getting in, it was everything I strive for
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| Back when I didn’t know what I was alive for
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| Wouldn’t let me in in front, snuck through the side door
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| The truth is hard to swallow, so I told 'em bring me five more
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| Like, oh man we getting twisted
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| Lack of regrets, they insisted
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| My mistakes try to list it
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| But I don’t think a big enough piece of paper has ever existed
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| Well, press the fine one
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| It’s a movement, tell 'em watch when my time come
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| Yeah, I am one in the million
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| I ain’t running in the building for a deal just to sign one
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| 'Cause there is no fake in me
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| And fuck a standing O, I prefer you take a knee
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| Most music careers, I hate to spoil it, can flush down the toilet
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| And that’s the shit you hate to see
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| Yeah, it’s like school the way I write notes
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| I’m in the lab everyday, no white coats
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| Say I don’t sound black, okay with the white jokes
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| What can I say nigga, I was raised by white folks
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| Scratch that, my dad is black black
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| Backtrack, published like a
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| , mama drove a hatch back
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| Doesn’t make me whack
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| Sleeping on me still nuts, knapsack
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| Yes, I’m going harder for my daughter
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| She just took her first steps, fell but I caught her
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| Only thing that matters in the end is what I taught her
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| Side note, she looks cute in the jacket that we bought her
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| By we I mean my wife, yeah let’s talk about she
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| She my ride or die girl till I D.I.E
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| She my pretty young thing, she my P.Y.T
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| She notorious for doing it, B.I.G
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| And if it wasn’t for she, I sure be trapped to my mind
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| Out partying in bars, tryna act like I’m fine
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| With all these dark thoughts linger in the back of my mind
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| Might find a nine, prolly put it to the back of my mind
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| But wait, it’s alright I’m here now
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| And there is nothing that I fear now
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| We just made it through our tenth year now
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| It’s so clear how your an angel
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| And I love you, yeah |