| I am not a finished product
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| Only judge when I’m done
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| Young and black and from the projects
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| Got a lot to overcome
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| I got my head in clouds
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| I got my feet on land
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| My homies fell too deep
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| This is the quickest sand
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| I know that, I am not a finished product
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| Got a lot to overcome
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| I been changing, changing, changing, changing
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| I been changing, changing, changing, changing
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| Who knew a star could fall from oh-so-high
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| And land on earth
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| Outgrow the sky
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| Expand my worth
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| I’ll help you fly but fam come first
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| I am not a finished product
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| Got a lot to overcome
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| I am not a finished product
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| Only judge when I’m done
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| Young and black and from the projects
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| Got a lot to overcome
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| I’ve got so many flaws
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| I’ve tried to hide but it all comes out
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| Relied on luck 'till it all runs out
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| So many gods, I should call one out
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| Right now (right now, right now)
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| I was naive when it all went down
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| When pops went ghost you was all I had
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| You went up North then it all went South
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| Everybody I know dealing with some shit
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| Tension high, rent is high, so they with the shits
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| You get high, tell me why then I hit the shit
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| Catch a vibe, write a line, then I spit the shit
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| Giving game, 'bout to run my own internship
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| I done lost count of all of my mentorships
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| Euro-stepping to the left of your fickle shit
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| Still I’m blessed, I ain’t stressin’and no lickle shit (whoo)
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| Sunday night, momma penne olive, vodka from pentecostal church
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| I been scared, I ain’t finished sinning
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| I ain’t been repenting, what if god comes first
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| I been feeling like the end is nearing
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| All my niggas running out of options now
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| Nothing’s been black and white for years
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| I’m making deals with my conscience now
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| Weather getting worse, cops wylin'
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| Is it fair to even have a seed someday
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| God, family and a little money
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| All the things my momma said I’d need someday
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| Got my name from the King James
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| That I promised momma I’ma read someday
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| Hopefully, they’ll still accept my pleas
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| Please remember one last thing
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| I am still a work in progress
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| Only judge when I’m done
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| Young and black and from the projects
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| Got a lot to overcome |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Work In Progress , by - Kemba. Song from the album Gilda, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп