| Tryna get my paper up, bank account lower than my eyelids
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| Thinking 'bout going to an island and grindin'
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| A fine chick from behind like I’m giving the Heimlich
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| Instead I’m at my side gig on my nine to five shit
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| A helluva reality check for sure
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| So I eject the raw when they press record
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| And I been more than humble
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| 'Til opportunity knocked on the door for Kenn Starr to run through
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| Now that I’m moving with more momentum
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| Shows and tours galore go get 'em
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| Blunts and booze and broads go figure
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| All that progress but the same ol' nigga
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| But I’m God blessed so I claim I’m the victor
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| Walking by faith road paved my agenda
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| To be remembered, from Suffolk Virginia
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| Lil' slim bruh but got damn a nigga pen tough
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| I’m dedicated to my craft and I’m more patient
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| Meditating in the lab tryna score greatness
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| Older now, bars gettin' a mature facelift
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| Even tho most of y’all niggas gone basic
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| I got goals and I’m gon' chase 'em
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| No amount of potholes in the road is gon' phase him
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| I’m gon' lace 'em, done came a long way since
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| I was living with mom recording in Sean basement |