| It don’t matter where I started at
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| Just Ask me where my heart is at
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| I’m targeting right where the markets is
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| Coming off the top like a starter cap Dog
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| I know
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| You done heard it all
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| And I know you your mom, Your squad, and ya people’s got bars
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| Everybody is involved
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| The oversaturation of this music’s the resolve
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| We think we doing the most
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| Now everybody wanna toast
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| We ain’t saying nathin, but we celebrating as if we made it but ain’t even
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| close. |
| Nah
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| This gotta be more than some raps, this is more like making hit movies then
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| call in em tracks
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| This like reading the Almanac just to see I’m on the map
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| Yeah
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| That ain’t my aim no more
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| That ain’t the game no more
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| That’s where it got but it’s not what I came here for
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| I’m in the spot I’ve been waiting for
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| Like I just signed a new lease
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| On a vacant floor
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| Man I promise I’m gon show em some
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| Let 'em know some
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| They don’t what it is
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| Till I let em hold some
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| I guess I was problem now I ain’t
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| Huh?
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| Cuz ain’t nobody checking me
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| I was standing in the middle of my circle
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| Now I’m standing alone man it’s deep
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| My boys always said they would love me but
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| Can’t tell you the last I heard from em
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| Thank God I got God in my corner my son and my daughter my wife is a stunner
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| Made a promise to God I was coming
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| Drop an album on em ooh I finally done it
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| Took this chip on my shoulder
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| Gave it to the saviour, put the pen to paper no frontin
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| Dis the first song that I wrote
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| In the studio Alone
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| Talking to God on my own
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| This time there’s no Rhema Soul
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| Been around the world
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| And back again
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| Like I never left like I’m black again
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| I Started 97
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| Someone call a reverend started rapping turned me into su-em different
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| I’m an animal I got no inhibitions
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| Beat the beat up then I put it in submission
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| Bout my father’s business
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| Just like Diggy Simmons
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| Like the Carleons and all the other siblings yah
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| Got me feeling like a beetle
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| Boy I’m feeling like I’m Nino
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| And everything’s going Carlito
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| I’m sipping this here Pellegrino you know it
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| Al we did it time to show em
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| Show da people what we holding
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| 1997 was Golden |