| There’s mainstream with the main dreams
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| But waterfalls start with a little stream
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| Even Kubrick started with a small scene
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| Before it became «The Shining»
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| If you’re coming from the hood, work on getting knowledge
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| If you’re from the front line then you wanna survive
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| I didn’t choose the battles but the battles chewin’me
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| From the bullet first hit my cousin Will C.
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| I been in the game now five point three
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| Lil shorty but got shorties after me I stay humble 'cause the shit I seen
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| 'Cause I already know there’s only one me I really would like see the star shine
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| But the life getting covered up in hard times
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| Ooh, I need to let loose and the water ran dry, fill it up with juice
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| Oh, they need a believer
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| There’s no means and there’s no mean
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| Every tree started with a little bean
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| Everything you go through at 17
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| Will it still count at 70?
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| If I’m coming from the streets then I’m getting money
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| But my deeds in the bank are worth plenty
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| I didn’t choose the music but the music chose me The art of hitting your speakers, making it bleed
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| I’ve been thinking about what effects me And the will to survive is always in me Every glass of water grows what I be And every glass of liquor gets me tipsy
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| I really would like see the star shine
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| But the life getting covered up in hard times
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| Ooh, I need to let loose and the water ran dry, fill it up with juice
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| Oh, they need a believer
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| It’s about people, not money
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| Light up a parliament, turn a car key
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| I could be a genius, I could be a cheat
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| It’s a thin line and I’m fucking with it I didn’t choose a struggle but the struggle chose me
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| I’m dancing on the rubble permanently
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| I’m cut from the cloth that you made me Driving down the alley, these cats know me If it’s not cool then we bring heat
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| If there’s no heat then it’s discrete
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| If it’s got your feet then it’s on me Anything on me is God’s got beat
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| I really would like see the star shine
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| But the life getting covered up in hard times
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| Ooh, I need to let loose and the water ran dry, fill it up with juice
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| Oh, they need a believer |