| Tell me what do you see
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| When you looking at me, oh
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| On a mission to be
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| What I’m destined to be, oh, yeah
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| I done been through the pain and the sorrow
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| The struggle is nothing but love
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| I’m a soldier, a rider, a ghetto survivor
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| And all the above, yeah
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| All the above, oh
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| All the above, oh, all the above, oh, oh
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| All the above, oh, all the above, oh
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| All the above, oh, oh, all the above
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| Listen, really what do you see when you looking at me?
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| See me come up from nothing to me living my dreams
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| I done been to the bottom, I done suffered a lot
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| I deserve to be rich, headed straight to the top
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| Look how I ride for the block, look how I rep for the hood
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| I get nothing but love now when I come through the hood
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| Getting this fortune and fame, money ain’t going to shame
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| The new Benz is all white, call it John McCain
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| How the hell could you stop me? | 
| Why in the world would you try?
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| I go hard forever, that’s just how I’m designed
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| That’s just how I was built, see the look in my eyes
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| You take all of this from me and I’m still gon' survive
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| You get truth from me but these rappers gon' lie
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| I’m a part of these streets till the day that I die
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| I wave hi to the haters, mad that I finally done made it
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| Take a look and you can tell that I’m destined for greatness
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| Tell me what do you see
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| When you looking at me, oh
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| On a mission to be
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| What I’m destined to be, oh, yeah
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| I done been through the pain and the sorrow
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| The struggle is nothing but love
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| I’m a soldier, a rider, a ghetto survivor
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| And all the above, yeah
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| All the above, oh
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| All the above, oh, all the above, oh, oh
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| All the above, oh, all the above, oh
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| All the above, oh, oh, all the above
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| It’s easy to hate, it’s harder to love me
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| Y’all don’t understand, y’all quickly to judge me
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| Put your foot in my Nikes, picture you livin' my life
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| Picture you stuck in a cell, picture you wasting your life
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| Picture you facing a charge, picture you beating the odds
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| Picture you willing to bleed, picture you wearing the scar
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| Thank you for making me struggle, thank you for making me grind
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| I perfected my hustle, tell me the world ain’t mine
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| You’ve been seein' me lately, I’m a miracle baby
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| I refuse to lose, this what the ghetto done made me
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| I put that on my father tryna hope for tomorrow
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| When I think that I can’t, I envision Obama
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| I envision the diamonds, I envision Ferraris
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| If the world was perfect all my niggas behind me
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| Ain’t you happy I made it? | 
| That I’m making a statement?
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| Take a look and you can tell that I’m destined for greatness
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| Tell me what do you see
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| When you looking at me, oh
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| On a mission to be
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| What I’m destined to be, oh, yeah
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| I done been through the pain and the sorrow
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| The struggle is nothing but love
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| I’m a soldier, a rider, a ghetto survivor
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| And all the above, yeah
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| All the above, oh
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| All the above, oh, all the above, oh, oh
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| All the above, oh, all the above, oh
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| All the above, oh, oh, all the above
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| Now if you come to the spot, spot
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| All the way from out on the block, block
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| I hustle hard 'cause it’s all the same
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| They know, they know
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| And you know that grind don’t stop, stop
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| Just 'cause I rose to the top, top
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| And everybody knows my name
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| They know, they know
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| Still grindin', still hustlin'
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| No more pain, no more sufferin'
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| To my ladies and my shorties and my thugs
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| Just start dancing and shine in the love
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| All the above, oh
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| All the above, oh, all the above, oh, oh
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| All the above, oh, all the above, oh
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| All the above, oh, oh
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| All the above, oh
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| All the above, oh, all the above, oh, oh
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| All the above, oh, all the above, oh
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| All the above, oh, oh, all the above |