| Ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Why the desperate need for an applause?
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| I’ll wait
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| Is she the GOAT here? |
| Well, it’s safe to assume
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| Everybody panic when I step in the room
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| And I can feel that shit a mile off
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| Niggas is rappin' about pieces
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| People are really dyin', is that what’s needed?
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| I can’t save your soul, you need Jesus
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| Tell me, please
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| Why the desperate need to be remembered?
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| Everybody know 'bout what you’ve done
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| How far you’v come, I’m guilty, it’s a little self-cntred
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| People change when it’s about personal gain
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| I stay in my lane 'cause I’m not done with these cheques
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| Give me what I deserve and not speak on the rest
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| Don’t know what has occurred? |
| Then do not aimlessly guess
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| It’s a gift and a curse to be this pretty and blessed
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| (Blessed, blessed, blessed)
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| So blessed
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| Used to plug that twenty-pound mic into the back of the Mac (Mac, Mac, Mac)
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| Just so you can hear my voice
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| Always knew this was my callin', but I’m here by choice
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| And things change
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| Shit been dark for a minute, I’m (Blessed, blessed, blessed)
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| Delirious, it’s hard to function on this winners time (Blessed, blessed,
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| blessed)
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| Mouths to feed, my nigga
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| Scripts to read, my nigga
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| Double life, livin' overseas, my nigga, shit
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| Left home for it
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| Jazmine just had a daughter, man, she’s so gorgeous
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| Told me life is givin' life and I’m so for it
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| Maybe one day
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| Nothing’s more important and family’s where the love stays
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| Dealin' with society’s pressures is one thing
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| Let alone all of the problems that funds bring
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| But no stress
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| Understand it comes with the process
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| I follow my intuition 'cause it knows best
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| I’m so used to gettin' it on my own, yes
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| I know my people wanna see me win, I’ll never let you down
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| Standin' ovation for the one who’s wearin' a crown
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| I got royalty In my blood, I was born great
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| Don’t allow anyone to undermine your fate
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| You’ve awakened the fearless
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| High beams and lucid dreams
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| And don’t be so obsessed with me
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| You think you know what’s best for me
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| Take my energy, come to find there’s nothing left of me
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| Went from being small-time to becomin' my own entity
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| Went from bein' broke as fuck and tryin' to find identity
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| To buyin' the finer things and isolatin' memories
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| What is it I’m meant to be?
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| I think I need a standin' ovation
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| Over ten years in the game, I’ve been patient
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| God has always told me to be myself
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| Let go and free yourself
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| Tell the truth and shame Satan
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| Now I gotta pave the way for the next generation
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| That’s comin' up under me and I love to see it
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| Thought I was bluffin', didn’t see it comin'
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| Hol' up, think this is cold? |
| You ain’t seen nothin'
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| The glow up, all they discussin', but I don’t let it distract me
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| Load the pen up, cockin' back and get to bussin'
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| Standin' up to who? |
| I made the scene lie down
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| Get it how I live it, how it be’s right now
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| I got another twenty in the shit, I’m cemented
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| Take over businesses, tell the kids, «Start investin'»
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| We built the pyramids, can’t you see what we are blessed with?
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| From the hieroglyphics to the hood lyricist
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| The priests, the imams
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| The good books you live with, the Rumi quotes
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| The elder sisters, the tribal mantras
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| The Jazz players, holistic doctors
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| Spiritual teachers, doers, and the doulas
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| The protectors and the rulers
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| The kids of the future
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| The immortal soldiers and the fearless protest-protesters
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| The motivational speakers and the honest Black leaders
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| The divine healers, the everyday, low-paid believers
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| The overachievers in the shadow of the gatekeepers
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| Came down to teach us
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| Blessed, blessed, blessed
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| Blessed, blessed, blessed
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| Blessed, blessed, blessed
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| All these trophies in the crib, got 'em sittin' nice
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| Blessed, blessed, blessed
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| Blessed, blessed, blessed
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| After all the hard work that we put inside
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| Everybody claim to be boss, but I’m a different kind
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| Hate it or love it, we rise above it |