| Wish that I could tell this story in another time
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| Write another line maybe have a couple rhymes you ain’t heard before
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| This a testament to growth a thing I haven’t really showed and yet I’m
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| Urgently composing like this story’s what your searching for
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| Wish that I could do it different maybe then you’d finally listen
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| Maybe just be optimistic instead of just pessimistic
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| Maybe you’ll have learnt your lesson, further than I’ve learned my lesson
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| Maybe in the future you’ll have every single thing your destined for
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| Not yet
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| Why you bragging all the time you ain’t even on the top yet
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| Why ya head held high? |
| You still gotta get to grinding
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| This ya time to get up off ya ass, you better stop that smiling
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| Boy don’t try me
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| You still got a long way to go
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| Show some patience while you waiting if they hating do some more
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| You ain’t really changing nothing you not even revolutionary
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| Show ya strength a little more before you claim what you could carry
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| The work is scary, yeah I know
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| I’m the one who let you take a break while doing all them shows
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| This ya wake up call, ya last one before the alarm
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| So if you wanna be a legend then you better stand up tall
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| Or not at all
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| And mama ain’t raise a quitter
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| You ain’t working hard enough to get them 6 figures
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| You spending too much time worrying what’s on ya Twitter
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| So get with it or they’ll just give it to another nigga, switch up
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| I find my better days in dreams
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| Passed them labels up on deals cause their money they could keep
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| I been too hot to digest
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| But I digress I had to take a step back from the music just to steep
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| Y’all ain’t been sleeping on me
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| But maybe I’ve been too hard on myself
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| Pushing product with no end and still nothing to show and tell
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| Y’all riding waves with nothing to row or sail
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| And grabbing coat tails, if you ever pinch mine then I’ll tell you to go to hell
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| I do shit differently that ain’t mean that maybe it was meant to be
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| But still I make it happen with some missing pieces
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| I’ll leave y’all puzzled how I did it with no decent thesis
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| And there’s no reason I should struggle with the things I’m singing
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| I’m lacking confidence, they say I’m cocky they on my cock with it
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| I’ll get my place there ain’t no bartering or badgering
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| Cause pops already mad at me
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| And I ain’t never gone to war without my bars that I’ve been fact checking
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| I’ll be a king and a god (check)
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| Beat all the odds (check)
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| I’ll get the (check) and make a queen outta moms (yup)
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| Bet on the kid, I’m better than this, had the best track record
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| Since love, sadkid, I’m on a pretty petty pedestal
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| And bet I’m out here pedaling hits, y’all breaking bread
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| I’m counting cheddar break the feta to bits
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| Ain’t nothing better for the record bet it bangs in the whip
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| And it ain’t no mystery I run the game with medal-ling kids
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| Ain’t nothing better than this
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| I’m taking names talking shit for the hell of it
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| Maybe I’m not doing everything I could to sell this shit
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| I’m losing stock they think they lost it on embezzlement
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| But maybe I’m just stuck and so content on partial excellence
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| I said it then |