| What a year it’s been, a lot of ups and downs
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| Keep fallin' off the wagon, but never hit the ground
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| Or should I say the bottom? |
| That’s a place I’ll never go
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| Was drinkin' hella heavy, had no self-control
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| Started doubtin' myself, had no motivation
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| Liquor and depression is a bad combination
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| Ain’t doin' enough, just doin' the most
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| Tasted some success, then I put that shit in coast
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| Never comin' around, my ass was always ghost
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| Not realizin' I hurt the ones I loved the most
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| Refuse to fuck this up when our dream is too close
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| Had to grow up and put my pride behind
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| Got out of my funk, and now I feel alive
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| Writin' verses with a smile while my daughter’s by my side, like
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| Look mama, I made that
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| Look mama, I made that
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| «The boy is a star,» soon enough you can say that
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| The boy came too far for me to just pick up and lay back
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| Since way, way, way back, I been on playback
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| And P be blendin' shit like Beethoven and Ajax
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| Since Ye met A-Trak, Rozay got his first Maybach
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| Been told that I been chasin' a dream, even with paychecks
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| Even if my rent’s paid for, even if I pay state tax
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| Even if it took me all across the world and way, way back
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| Grandpa call it chasin' a dream and I can’t take that
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| Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| (When you needed my mind but my pride took over)
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| Check it, yo, check it
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| With 48 percent, tryna make tragedy turn triumph
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| But everybody tryna make family turn client
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| How many shares you own on my dreams?
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| Enough money can make any gathering turn riot
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| Weekends full of distant daps and head nods
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| Acknowledgin' niggas who really just binge awe
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| Pshh, who, me? |
| Nigga, I been calm
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| I just sense when a nigga think I’ma be his pawn
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| Yo, I heard a lot of bullshit within this last year
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| All chirp, that shit’s for the birds
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| If you ask here it’s been a fast year, I hear they only get faster
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| With more chatter, yo, but that shit don’t matter, wassup?
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| How far across you wanna go to go up faster?
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| Is hard work worth it, or gettin' it all that matters?
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| Yo, it’s like the difference between stairs and a ladder
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| I’m for the latter, spellin' don’t change so many factors, wassup?
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| You Mr. Me Too’s, I’m Mister Miyagi
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| I fathered these niggas, this shit is a hobby
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| No honor in some shit if niggas just copy, false valor-ass niggas
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| You didn’t earn them stripes, you David Clarke-ass nigga
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| Fuck you, nigga
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| (Starts fucking up)
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| I was who you depended on
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| And I knew that you ran and called
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| I was too cool to get involved
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| If I was you I’d abandon all of me
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| I mean honestly, I was down and lone
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| I mean obviously, I was down to roll
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| I just honestly needed time to grow
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| And you needed my mind but my pride took over |