| Yeah, it’s a long way home at the end of the road
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| I’ll be pavin my own way, to the top, I be here to stay
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| So take my name, remember this face, keep the change and have a nice day
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| And live for the moment, not by the past, homie live each day like it’s your
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| last
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| All my life, I couldn’t fit in, like a bad shoe
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| I was always too square, too cube, too tall, too weird, too blue
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| Forget them high-school's hotties now I’m too cool
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| I guess I came a long way from that young kid
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| The school’s most popular lame, no friends, no style, no clothes, no ends
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| Just a bed, fell asleep, never woke up again
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| Yeah, and my last prayer was don’t ever let me end up like the people that’s
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| down here
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| Cause the one that fear change be the one that don’t care
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| Look at themselves and see somebody else in the mirror
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| But you can always pick me out of the crowd
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| Loud mouth with my very own style
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| And what I know now is don’t ever pretend
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| And live every single day like you won’t see it again
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| So take my name, remember this face, keep the change and have a nice day
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| And live for the moment, not by the past, homie live each day like it’s your
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| last
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| And if you only have 24 hours, 1400 minutes before your dreams gone
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| Then you better go live it, cause whatever you love could be taken away
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| So live like it’s your dying day
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| I dedicate this to my teachers that never believed in me
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| And the mother that conceived, but ended up leaving me
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| I just wish y’all could see me smile, this big’s grin on the tv now
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| And I took it from the bottom to the top
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| From the holes in my socks, Ramen noodles in the pot
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| Used to rob them on the block, now they stop me in the drop
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| Middle finger up and that ain’t gonna stop
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| I used to take orders, now I make bets
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| I used to scrub floors, now I sign checks
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| I used to push carts, now I push songs
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| I used to be there, now I am so gone
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| I fired myself, found a job myself
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| Established my name and then I signed myself
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| And what I tell myself, is you did this by yourself
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| And when I’m on so long, I’ll be by myself
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| So take my name, remember this face, keep the change and have a nice day
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| And live for the moment, not by the past, homie live each day like it’s the last
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| And if you only have 24 hours, 1400 minutes before your dreams gone
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| Then you better go live it, cause whatever you love could be taken away
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| So live like it’s your dying day
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| I wish I could see their faces when they heard your boy spit
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| Wish I could know what they’re thinking when they heard my first hit
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| Cause I remember them wishing that I wouldn’t get big
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| Now I bet they’re wishing they wouldn’t of said that shit
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| I came out of a dying city brought back life
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| Everything they said I couldn’t do I did about twice
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| Multiplied by the bottles that we popped each night
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| That equals out to a celebration, bitches more ice
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| Make it toast to the underdogs, toast to the team
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| Toast to the fact we this close to the dream
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| Pour one for my exes, used to talk reckless
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| But now I push Benzes and rock Rolexes
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| Came from the city and until they come and get me
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| Turn around and see the whole east side’s still with me
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| And that’s how we live it, you mans don’t change
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| Look, it’s still the kid, still can’t tell me a goddamn thing
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| So take my name, remember this face, keep the change and have a nice day
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| And live for the moment, not by the past, homie live each day like it’s the last
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| And if you only have 24 hours, 1400 minutes before your dreams gone
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| Then you better go live it, cause whatever you love could be taken away
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| So live like it’s a dying day
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| Yeah, it’s a long way home at the end of the road
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| I’ll be pavin my own way, to the top, I be here to stay
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| So take my name, remember this face, keep the change and have a nice day
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| And live for the moment, not by the past, homie live each day like it’s your
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| last |