| If you got a dream, chase it
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| Time? |
| Don’t waste it
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| Love, can’t replace it
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| One eye open — for real and forever
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| Hov wrote it, made me believe in ev-e-ry letter
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| 40 thousand feet above Greece, thinking of feta
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| I better be clever, the life is always said to be better
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| I can’t move with vendettas while I’m stacking my cheddar
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| They taking shots, no berettas, I think they coming to get us
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| I keep my eyes on my lettuce, it take a lifetime to build
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| That bread can be gone in seconds when that hunger gets killed
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| I’m always dreaming of mills, when people ask how I feel
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| I say I’m tired and fed up with all the fake and unreal
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| The girls that caking their face but never down for a date
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| Will be the same ones that complain a dude’ll swing for the plate
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| So keep your cutlery straight and recognise what’s at stake
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| This beef shit that you hype up only emanates hate
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| And sit your ass at this table while they all pin you a label
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| You think you sitting with brothers? |
| Even Kane rocked Abel
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| Dreams of rocking the Staples and getting paid for my fables
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| I’m rolling so many leaves think I should play for the Maples
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| While I be chasing degrees so high I’m stacking my paper
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| Suspect that I’m selling weed? |
| Ha, so do my neighbours
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| HOOK:
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| Yeah I got that ambition, a hustler’s vision
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| I gotta stay winning, gotta stick to my mission
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| Never let the hate penetrate, never falter, never break
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| Dedicate myself, the architect of my fate
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| Yeah I got that ambition, a hustler’s vision
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| I gotta stay winning, gotta stick to my mission
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| Never let the hate penetrate, never falter, never break
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| Dedicate myself, the architect of my fate
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| Nipsey got shot and there ain’t no turning back
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| Had to listen to him so I could learn how to rap
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| RIP posts on my feed, phone’s black
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| This the first damn time that I didn’t wanna rap
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| I ain’t even claiming to be scared (nah)
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| This ain’t got nothing to do with fear (nah)
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| I mean I just sat in silence, tryna make sense of the violence
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| Meanwhile Lauren tryna word it to their kid (that's fucked up)
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| Frustrated at talent wasted no lie I shed a tear
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| He all the way in LA and still taught me lessons over here
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| Stressing on reinvestment, manifest your progression
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| The tweet he sent out before tell me he knew what he had destined
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| The 2Pac of my generation
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| Middle fingers at you if you disagree with my statement
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| And say a prayer for the ones who ain’t made it
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| As I pop the cork on this D’ussé and pour it out on the pavement
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| HOOK:
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| Yeah I got that ambition, a hustler’s vision
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| I gotta stay winning, gotta stick to my mission
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| Never let the hate penetrate, never falter, never break
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| Dedicate myself, the architect of my fate
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| Yeah I got that ambition, a hustler’s vision
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| I gotta stay winning, gotta stick to my mission
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| Never let the hate penetrate, never falter, never break
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| Dedicate myself, the architect of my fate |