| Saw pain and had to pass 'til I saw change
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| My main focus is passin' fortune to offspring
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| I seen uncles that caught games that couldn’t last
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| Brown swag, sippin' they brown out of that brown bag
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| They never was lucky as them cards dealt
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| It was more like all or nothin', that’s how they all felt
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| I learned to drive to the future without lookin' in my rearview
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| Where days was in a phase of doin' what my peers do
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| But we was all lookin' for that sunshine
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| It’s out them gray clouds and red and blue sirens from one time
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| That «woop woop,» a sound that always would sound too familiar
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| The sound of who could kill you
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| From hoops to hittin' booths with hopes of tryna move a million
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| Different day, same story
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| You heard it all before
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| Black kid, fame, glory
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| Everyone in here has a story
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| You have a story, you have a story, you have a story
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| All I seen through all my life
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| It’s all about how you tell it
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| Dreams and hopes that never die
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| Talk your truth, talk your truth
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| All I know is it takes time
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| Don’t let nobody tell you otherwise, talk your truth
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| Gotta break the mold, gotta be a light, gotta let it shine
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| Yo, my story is one they gotta respect
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| Familiar face in the jungle while livin' from check to check
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| The paranoia, are they lookin' 'cause they hate or enjoy you?
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| When Brooklyn in the house, niggas stare like a foyer
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| Elevate, they tryna floor you
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| Gettin' a deal is like a date with the girl of my dreams, hope I enjoy you
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| Failed, gotta ignore you, too much on the line
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| I see men tryna predict how I’m comin' this time, pause
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| Ain’t nothin' expected, live or leave it through lectures
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| On the stage, rep my city like The Game picked the setlist
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| I stay patient, and my whole family Jamaican
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| Now we lookin' for papers like we immigration
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| So fuck the chain, I’m from where ice get you taken
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| Straight out the ghetto, I give the call and more like Othello
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| Hello, celebration, I’m droppin' like confetti
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| Plus you could look a G in the eyes and see I’m ready, yeah
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| All I seen through all my life
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| I’m ready
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| Dreams and hopes that never die
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| I was born ready
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| All I know is it takes time
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| I’m ready, you ready?
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| Gotta break the mold, gotta be a light, gotta let it shine
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| You ready?
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| I’m sick and tired of bein' sick and tired
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| Feelin' tied up in this world of ours
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| I been livin' in a dragon belly
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| With a devil face and a golden eyes
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| Times hard like it’s Dolomite
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| Make a move like a poltergeist
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| Or end up stuck or maybe dead in jail
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| I know this shit get muddy but this culture ours
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| What it is? |
| What you know about it?
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| Like PD and Django, they can move in silence
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| Find it funny how it’s so ironic
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| We drop out of school to fuck up some commas
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| Fuck with me, already
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| Rock with buddy, man, lil' homie solid
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| What you know good, I can’t call it
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| Let me hold somethin', man, I know you got it
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| This what the greetin' like in the small city of the good life
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| I would never change a thing
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| If I had to do it again I would do it twice
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| Drop a nigga by the store, let me hold the whip
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| You know I’ll bring it right back
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| Dropped a nigga at the store, the flash took his life
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| But he’ll never get it back, it ain’t all bad
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| Different day, same story
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| Box Chevys on the twenty-fours
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| Never had it, always wanted more, wanted more
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| I never grew up with everything
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| I had to work for this
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| When I told 'em my dreams, they laughed in my face
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| Where they at now?
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| I don’t see 'em around
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| Do you see 'em around?
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| I don’t see 'em, I don’t see 'em
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| And my vision is clear |