| Gotta work another late night shift, yeah
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| I been goin' hard with my brothers
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| Mama told me there’d be days like this, yeah
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| I been puttin' work in all summer
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| And I won’t slow down, no
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| Gotta put on for my town, yeah
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| I gotta go out and get it
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| I swear to God I spent a long time puttin' work in
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| Witnessed the success but still remain the same person
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| I get so high that all these large crowds make me nervous
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| The shit I write is deep, you need to look beneath the surface
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| Yeah, I just wanna make that feelgood shit
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| Like when you get a bag of weed and know it’s real good shit
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| Watch me get a hole in one, I’m Happy Gilmore, bitch
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| Now every album that I drop is on the Billboard, shit
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| They try to tell me hard work beats talent
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| But when you got both, there’s nothin' they can say, keep at it
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| Back then I used to think I was a young B. Rabbit
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| Now I’m the team captain, I can see your whole team cappin'
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| I’m on a roll, take a hit, many flavors, they’re so exotic
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| It’s crazy what I’ve accomplished, I’m sayin' I’m playin' offense
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| I’m at the table with bosses, debatin', makin' an offer (How much?)
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| You gotta love yourself, that’s the only way that you’ll prosper, preach
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| Gotta work another late night shift, yeah (Late night shift)
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| I been goin' hard with my brothers
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| Mama told me there’d be days like this, yeah (Days like this)
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| I been puttin' work in all summer
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| And I won’t slow down, no
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| Gotta put on for my town, yeah (My town)
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| I gotta go out and get it
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| So if you wanna smoke, put your lighters in the air
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| If you wanna party, there’s a party right here
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| If you wanna drink, put your cups in the sky
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| Now exhale slow if you in love with your life
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| If you wanna smoke, put your lighters in the air
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| If you wanna party, there’s a party right here
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| If you wanna drink, put your cups in the sky
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| Now exhale slow if you in love with your life
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| It’s like I finally found a combination to the safe
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| I gotta wait to board the plane, I’m on vacation to LA
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| I’m still the same me, what can I say? |
| I’ll never change
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| Tell these rappers they can’t see me, so stop playin' with my name
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| I’m sayin', I just wanna make that smooth-ass shit
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| Like, «Holy fuck, this shit is dope, yo, how’d you do that shit?»
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| I drop a song and get a plaque, like, «How'd it move that quick?»
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| I just pulled up at the party and I’m too damn lit, shit
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| The sun is shinin', it’s somethin' 'bout it that feels right
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| I’m drunk by 2 p.m., I told myself I’d have a chill night
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| When dreams become reality you question if it’s real life
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| I’m just gettin' started, every song you hear is still light
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| I’ll keep gettin' high and writin' music just to kill time
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| Break it down, apply it into science, I’m like Bill Nye
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| I’m chillin' by the ocean tryna get this shit in motion
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| Stopped lookin' at the past and started livin' in the moment, preach
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| Gotta work another late night shift, yeah (Late night shift)
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| I been goin' hard with my brothers
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| Mama told me there’d be days like this, yeah (Days like this)
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| I been puttin' work in all summer
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| And I won’t slow down, no
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| Gotta put on for my town, yeah (My town)
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| I gotta go out and get it |