| Walk a mile in these Louboutins,
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| But they don't wear these shits where I'm from,
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| I'm not hatin, I'm just tellin you,
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| I'm tryna let you know what the fuck that I've been through.
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| Two feet in the red dirt, school skirt,
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| Sugar cane, back lanes,
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| Three jobs, took years to save,
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| But I got a ticket on that plane.
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| People got a lot to say,
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| But don't know shit about where I was made,
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| Or how many floors that I had to scrub
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| Just to make it past where I am from.
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| No money, no family, sixteen in the middle of Miami.
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| No money, no family, sixteen in the middle of Miami.
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| No money, no family, sixteen in the middle of Miami.
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| I've been up all night, tryna get that rich,
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| I've been work, work, work, work, workin on my shit.
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| Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live,
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| I've been work, work, work, work, workin on my shit.
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| Now get this work!
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| Now get this work!
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| Now get this work!
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| Now get this work!
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| Workin on my shit.
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| You can hate it or love it,
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| Hustle and the struggle is the only thin I'm trustin,
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| Thorough bread in a mud brick before the budget.
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| White chick on that Pac shit,
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| My passion was ironic,
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| And my dreams were uncommon,
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| Guess I gone crazy, first deal changed me.
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| Robbed blind, basically raped me,
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| Ran through the bullshit like a matador,
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| Just made me madder and adamant to go at ‘em,
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| And even the score.
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| So I went harder,
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| Studied the Carters till a deal was offered,
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| Slept cold on the floor recording,
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| At 4 in the morning,
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| And now I'm passin the bar like a lawyer.
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| Immigrant, art ignorant,
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| Ya ill intent was insurance for my benefit.
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| Hate to be inconsiderate,
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| But the industry took my innocence too late, Now I'm in this bitch!
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| You don't know the half.
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| This shit get real.
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| Valley girls givin blowjobs for Louboutins.
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| What you call that?
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| Head over heels.
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| Pledge allegiance to the struggle,
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| Ain't been easy,
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| But cheers to Peezy for the weeks we lived out of duffle,
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| Bags is all we had.
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| Do anythin' for my mama, I love you,
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| One day I'll pay you back for the sacrifice
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| That ya managed to muscle.
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| Sixteen, you sent me through customs, so
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| All aboard my spaceship to Mercury,
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| Turn first at the light that's in front me
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| ‘Cause every night Imma do it like it's my last.
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| This dream is all that I need
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| ‘Cause its all that I ever had.
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| Now get this work!
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| Now get this work!
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| Now get this work!
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| Now get this work!
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| Workin on my shit.
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| Now get this work!
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| Now get this work!
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| Now get this work!
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| Now get this work!
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| Workin on my shit. |