| There’s more to life than getting leg up and foot in the door
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| I mean, I’d love more money, hey wouldn’t we all?
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| But putting cash over loved ones couldn’t be more
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| I could be flat broke, still wouldn’t be poor
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| And as for all the hard times that I guess should hurt
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| I didn’t skip a beat, still put my best foot first
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| Wish I could talk about my fam, but it wouldn’t have worked
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| Cause when the love’s that strong, it can’t be put into words
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| So I dedicate this better songs, better grades
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| Trying to be a better son, better brother, better mate
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| And I’ve learned from mistakes and I don’t know what I am
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| But a part of that’s knowing what you ain’t
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| And I ain’t never put a dude down just for trying to catch his break
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| Never gave shit based on the ways
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| They’ll never said I did it any other way than my own way
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| At my own pace, with my own wrong terms, no brakes
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| Said I’m going to be somebody
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| Knowing no one can stop me
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| They can say what they say, just watch me
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| And when I get they know
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| And high school wasn’t for me much, nah
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| Most of my teachers swore I was fucked
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| But then a couple had faith in me, helped me back up
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| Probably never quite thank them enough
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| But thanks to them, I’ll be stepping on stage at my graduation
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| Long way from walking train tracks from the station
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| Riding the 405 from the street, in amazement
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| Spray-paint can control, dedication
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| Displayed on the walls, disputed its name
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| As artform until I tried and wasn’t able at all
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| I still wonder how graffiti goes under
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| When naked little girls go on magazine covers
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| Okay, but I grew up, now I’m all of six feet
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| No more fucking around, it’s uni courses and beats
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| And what’s important to me is my family tree
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| The now and knowing whatever will be will be
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| Said I’m going to be somebody
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| Knowing no one can stop me
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| They can say what they say, just watch me
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| And when I get paid, they know
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| Thanks to the love, we gave me
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| The road up ahead don’t faze me
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| Looking before we come, it’s crazy
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| When I get they know, you know
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| So, I live with aims to make the most of it when
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| I know that we’ll never have this moment again
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| Headphones on my head, board shorts on my legs
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| Cigarettes, note pad and a pen
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| Going back to them lunch smokes, weekend binges with my kin
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| In my FUBU jeans, with my fringes to my chin
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| Even before that, barely finished being kids
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| When we’d give shit to the girls we interested in
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| Growing up, soda bottles keep us entertained
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| When I kept my cigarettes in my pencil case
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| And couldn’t wait till each 6th of September came
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| Come the 7th, pickin' days off the calendar again
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| And some mates went astray
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| I love 'em, but things change, what can I say? |
| You lay in the bed you make
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| And I’m tryna make mine a king
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| But life’s now, so I slow down, take it all in
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| Said I’m going to be somebody
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| Knowing no one can stop me
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| They can say what they say, just watch me
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| And when I get paid, they know
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| Thanks to the love, we gave me
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| The road up ahead don’t faze me
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| Looking before we come, it’s crazy
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| When I get they know, you know |