| Nope, no, don’t worry
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| We are not lost
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| I know exactly where we are
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| I know exactly where we’re going
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| You know what I’m saying just bare with me
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| I’m just gon' take this next exit, turn around
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| Hit that last road right there you know what I’m saying
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| We gonna be good alright, relax
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| I got this
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| You want to know how high the stakes go in America
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| They say you bought it if you break it in America
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| They say to fake it 'til you make it in America
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| A lot of people can’t take it in America
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| Cause if a cheese trap placed
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| At the start and the end the rat race
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| It’s a paper chase
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| Now you can keep the pace or you can be replaced
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| It’s a mess, it’s a test, I’m tryin' to ace
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| I ain’t got time for playing around and fucking my love
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| I been going hard at it since All of the Above
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| And they play too rough so enough is enough
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| When the going gets tough you could call my bluff
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| But I will not fold
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| My hands and poker face stay cold
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| Regardless of the cards I hold
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| I’m gonna put it on the line
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| And we gon' see what the deal to it is, what it’s born to be
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| We out tonight until we see the light
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| You know what I’m talking about
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| No doubt
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| I know this rap, ain’t got time for no doubt
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| Beyond the shadows we go so we out
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| As a pro my choice is this life so I handle with care
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| Precious as a newborn baby idea
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| That’s why I never had to use protection
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| Cause God really does start at conception
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| Fuck that marriage and your reception
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| This bedrock’s outside of wedlock
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| When that foundation gets laid to rest
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| I get to build over all old regrets
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| Cause they get too expensive
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| I can’t even afford to pay attention
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| To apprehension cause he who hesitates
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| Gets held up at the gate
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| Saying hold up, wait
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| But nah son the secrets are holding up, wait
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| It’s to keep it moving, build momentum
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| And each momento was monumental
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| Connected connected to his potential
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| I never put doubt in my mind
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| Cause I know when I touch the mic it’s the rhyme
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| No question when I’m chefin' the beat
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| Put your ear to the oven, what you hear is that heat
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| Ain’t a problem that I can’t fix
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| On the two turntables and the mix
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| Apply that thing to your whole life script
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| Cause when you know your lines they can’t tell you shit
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| I did it like that and now I do it like this
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| They didn’t like that and figure ooh we might miss
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| But maybe we ain’t aiming for the same thing
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| I want to see you ricocheting off the wing ding
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| And still hit the center mass ass
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| The best know what’s up for so true to it
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| And we could parlay you can tell me how you do it
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| But this is how I drive so get used to it
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| And buckle up cause it ain’t a smooth ride over in my lane
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| They still paving this road it’s a god damn shame
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| You got black ice, pot holes, fog and rain
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| You can pump your brakes but still hydroplane
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| And there ain’t no shoulder to lean on
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| So careen on
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| If you pull over I keep both hands on the wheel 'til I figure it out
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| The real trick to it though is look ma, no doubt |