| Yeah, long as cameras on us hold it, let it roll
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| And I’ll give you the greatest story I’ve ever told
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| Started green, and out of my reach
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| On the Bayside beaches and south-side streets
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| Frankston line trains I found my niche
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| Teenage dreams bound by speech
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| Native tongue I talk rap but of course fluent in the universal language of more
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| Testament to patience
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| Shattered every estimate they gave
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| With hat and hand never said it’s greatness
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| Put in four or five years, that work ethics amazing
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| Either pay respect or be mistaken
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| Dudes tried startin', youse no part of it
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| I don’t raise my voice I improve my argument
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| I’ve done it before, won’t hesitate to do it again
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| My city, my pad, my pen
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| Life feels cinematic right now
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| Life feels cinematic right now
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| And life feels cinematic right now
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| And life feels cinematic right now
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| Life feels cinematic right now
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| And life feels cinematic right now
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| It’s all lights, camera, action right now
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| And life feels cinematic right now
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| There’s no pressure to prove none of you wrong
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| You the same ones judging whole careers off a couple of songs
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| Man my skills still tight, but skills ain’t love without icing
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| So I slid a velvet glove over iron fist
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| It worked, deal with it
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| I’m my own meal ticket
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| Did it while they stayed home still
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| So fuck a death threat, my family’s proud
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| I can’t please everyone, but I can buy a house
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| I’ve been, humbled by love, toughened by hate
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| I’ve grown thick-skin, never been coloured in jade
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| I’m still as hungry as I ever was
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| We stayed steady on
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| Look at everyone else, where’s the effort gone?
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| Worked magic with the mic
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| Since the days where the pay was a fraction of the flights
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| Now the proof rules, we don’t buy in the hype
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| It’s the fourth time, cue the highlights
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| Middle finger to the magistrate
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| The one that got away
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| Middle class white boy, stand with my back up straight
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| Navigated fake friends and false accolades
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| Swear I’ll never break bread with that pack again
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| New day more extras and advances
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| Hand in hand with
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| More pressure, better standards
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| I’m well aware by expressing it with grandeur
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| I ask more questions than I answer
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| Rack your brain
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| Hip-hop my guardian angel
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| Married to the music, game to stay faithful
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| Never satisfied that
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| Where I’m at’s right
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| Cause success ain’t final
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| Failure ain’t fatal
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| Fall down, straight back on the bounce
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| Diamond in the rough, now jewel in the crown
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| Might not be much but it’s all I’m about
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| When I stop and look out at the crowd
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| Maybe one day you will realize what this means to me
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| Maybe you won’t, but I know
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| This is me from twelve till now
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| My life has been put in these rhymes
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| For almost as long as I can remember
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| And this is it
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| The moment I’ll look back on as one of my greatest highs
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| And all of you made this possible
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| I couldn’t thank you if I tried
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| But let me try |