| Alright now, alright now
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| God has a plan for you
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| And all you’ve got to do is believe, believe, believe
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| Yeah
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| Shit gon' get hard, keep your head strong
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| If I quit now, then I’m dead wrong
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| Fightin' off this hunger for hours
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| Big stepper, nigga, don’t get stepped on
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| The money might fade, but respect don’t
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| Still gon' be me when success gone
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| I don’t speak the language of cowards
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| I walk through the flame like I’m Teflon
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| I sucked up the pain and I kept goin'
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| Whole world know my name, bitch, my rep strong
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| We sold out in less than a hour
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| These words I still sang like I’m slept on
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| I sin, so I can’t cast the next stone
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| Unless it’s baguettes 'round my neck bone
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| Inside of my frame lies a power
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| You can’t get this game from no TED Talk
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| I wanna know if they understand me
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| I put it all on A, ain’t no plan B
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| Hopin' all this weight ain’t gon' drown me
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| Fucked around, got grey hairs already
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| Runnin' up the stairs on a tower
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| Runnin' up these Ms by the hour
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| If I drop a gem, money showers
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| When you get your taste, they get sour
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| Shit gon' get hard, keep your head strong
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| (Just keep your head strong)
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| The money might fade, but respect don’t
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| (The ultimate price is regret now)
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| Still gon' be me when success gone
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| (Still gon' be me, ahh-ahh-ahh)
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| Big stepper, nigga, don’t get stepped on
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| Waitin' my turn like grains of sand inside a hourglass
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| Mainly concerned back in the day with how long I would last
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| Make a few thousand dollars stack with every hour passed
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| I catch you playin' inside my lane and I’ma foul your ass
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| Put the whole game on top my back, don’t need no chiropract'
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| They callin' me young PWC, I got my power back
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| Ain’t fuckin' around, beefin' with me gon' get you hollered at
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| Niggas can’t see me one-on-one, that’s word to Kyla Pratt
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| You hittin' them weights, congratulations 'cause you built somethin'
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| You takin' a lot of boxin' lessons, but you still pussy
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| I see right through you niggas just like 2Pac hologram
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| Ain’t doin' Coachella, bookin' me gon' be a lot of Ms
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| I’m feeling myself, I’m building my wealth up 'til it’s towerin'
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| I put my tongue all in my bitch, she get to hollerin'
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| I ain’t doin' no dirt no more, I stopped creepin' six years ago
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| Fun fuckin' them hoes until you realize that you is the ho
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| Shit gon' get hard, keep your head strong
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| If I quit now then I’m dead wrong
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| Fightin' off this hunger for hours
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| Big stepper, nigga, don’t get stepped on
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| The money might fade, but respect don’t
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| Still gon' be me when success gone
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| I don’t speak the language of cowards
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| I walk through the flame like I’m Teflon
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| Can’t be afraid of sunlight
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| Spotlights when it close
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| All the pain you hold
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| Makes you worth your weight in gold
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| Can’t be afraid of sunlight
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| Spotlights when it close
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| All the pain you hold
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| Makes you worth your weight in gold
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| God has a plan for you
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| And all you’ve got to do is believe, believe, be— |