| This feel like '09, playin' Carter III
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| Chocolate cigarillo full of weed
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| Aspirations of what I could be
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| Vision bigger than the shit I see
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| Biggest fear I got is regret
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| Ain’t no lookin' back, I press the reset
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| Ain’t no tellin' when this world will ever render
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| Ain’t no tellin' if my wounds will ever mend
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| I said I never break, and no I never bend
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| I’m knockin' on the door but they won’t let me in
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| About to pick the lock and then start pickin' pockets
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| Make a pretty penny, put my people on it
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| Put the ceilin' on me, I’ma bust through it
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| If the game change, I adjust to it
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| I been runnin' and feelin' like Phil Knight
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| If it feel right then I just do it
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| I been lost, I been off in the back
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| Startin' from scratch
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| Comin' with another batch
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| Think that I got it, perhaps
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| I know the way like I carry a map
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| I’m in the zone as a matter of fact
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| Carry the load, put it all on my back
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| Got no time to relax
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| Got no time to be stressed
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| Ain’t no time to be pressed except for pressin' forward
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| Pressin' the pedal, push it to the floor
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| I’m just tryna put some points on the board
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| Fourth Quarter with the finish, of course
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| Overtime, fuck the extras, I’m goin'
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| Keep it movin, no, my pace never slowin'
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| Pay attention on this ride that I’ve chosen
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| I’m in the moment, I wanna own it
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| I gotta manifest all that I think
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| I only focus, so ain’t no-one can control and I can’t get lost in the deep
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| Between the lines, I can see all of the signs
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| I’m watchin' out for deceit
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| All in due time, I know one day I’ll get mine
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| I give my everything |