| Reaching for the stars like Tyson
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| I was always driven, no license
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| Gotta play, baby, 'cause I might win
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| Even though they say I won’t
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| Even though they say I won’t
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| I don’t understand why y’all hate
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| Had to make it happen this ain’t all fate
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| It’s my time, so they all late
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| Better check your watch, nigga
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| Nigga gon' watch, nigga
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| Wish life was easy as my A-B-C's
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| I keep it movin', yeah that’s A-D-D
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| I got this shit on lock like A-D-T
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| Me and my people goin' ape, a couple A-P-E's
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| So whatchu know about it?
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| You throwin' silver stones, but you’re clueless
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| And I don’t really give a fuck what the rule is
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| Mine tell, Jordan show you how we do this
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| You try to call me out, but it’s new phone—who 'dis?
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| Ha
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| Nothin' left to say
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| We will never run away
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| We will never run away
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| Ay, yeah, yeah
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| Nothin' left to prove
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| Live like nothin’s left to lose
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| Live like nothin’s left to lose
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| Nah
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| This that old, this that new, like it’s 1992
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| Bump that Snoop, bump that Dre
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| Let me ride, just let it play
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| This that good, this that bad
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| This that everything we had
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| This is you, this is me
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| This is everything we’ll be, aw yeah
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| Big boy feelin' like a outcast
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| Point of no return, well I’m out past
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| They can take their shot baby, you can take your shot
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| 'Cause I’m good at 21, so I outlast
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| Anybody that been tryna play me
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| Paid my dues, now they pay me
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| They said that I was crazy
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| Everything I do, it for my baby
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| Wish life was easy as my 1−2-3's
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| It’s my turn, yeah the one U-P
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| I had a vision, so I’m tryna be the one you see
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| You thinkin' that they remain the way they come to me
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| So whatchu know about it?
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| You throwin' silver stones, you still clueless
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| And I still don’t give a fuck what the rule is
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| Mine tell, Jordan show you how we do this
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| Try to call me out, but it’s new phone—who 'dis?
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| Ha
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| Nothin' left to say
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| We will never run away
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| We will never run away
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| Ay, yeah, yeah
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| Nothin' left to prove
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| Live like nothin’s left to lose
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| Live like nothin’s left to lose
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| Nah
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| This that old, this that new, like it’s 1992
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| Bump that Snoop, bump that Dre
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| Let me ride, just let it play
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| This that good, this that bad
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| This that everything we had
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| This is you, this is me
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| This is everything we’ll be, aw yeah |