| Everybody know my face
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| Everybody know my name now
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| Had to keep my head up straight, no more dead weight
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| Wore a cape on my way down
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| Everybody know my face
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| Everybody know name now
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| Had to keep my head up straight, no more dead weight
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| Wore cape on my way down
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| On my way down
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| On my way down
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| On my way down
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| On my way down
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| On my way down
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| On my way down
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| I be on my way down, if you’re looking for me hit me on my pay pal, same kid,
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| same shit from the same town, cock back pull the trigger, click bang pow
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| Lately I just feel like I’m the greatest
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| Feel like I just won hundred grand out in Vegas
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| Made a big name now that big name’s nameless
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| I carried all the weight to see how far that I could take it
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| Anxious I can feel it in my blood
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| All 'em late nights with the liquor in my cup
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| Two bottles down and I still don’t get a buzz
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| All these chains on me got 'em thinking I’m the plug
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| Okay, okay if you say so
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| Getting pounds, getting euros, getting pesos
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| And we did it by ourselves with no major
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| And then we put our own people on the pay roll
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| They hear us tracking they mistaking it for arrogance
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| I’m about to rent 100 rooms at the Sheraton
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| I heard these other rappers in my city, no comparison
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| I brought 100 goons, they assumed we some terrorists
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| On my way down
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| On my way down
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| On my way down
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| Yeah I been on my way down
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| On my way down
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| On my way down
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| On my way down
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| Yeah I been on my way down
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| On my way down
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| On my way down
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| On my way down
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| I be on my way down, if you’re looking for me hit me on my pay pal, same kid,
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| same shit from the same town, cock back pull the trigger, click bang pow
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| And you ain’t fucking with me when I work hard
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| Young fat boy counting money with my shirt off
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| I don’t sweat it i’mma keep on ducking curveballs
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| Everybody wanna turn up 'till they get turned off
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| I’m looking for a brand new high
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| But first I gotta find my self
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| I fount out that all it takes is time
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| So I did it all by myself
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| I’m starring at the bottom of that bottle I been drinking since spring
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| Through winter, into autumn
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| Alcoholic getting started through the poem that I jotted
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| Throwing dollars, celebrating, the fact that now I got 'em
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| Who would have known turned a dream into reality
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| And now my shit’s flames like the team out in Calgary
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| My money is right but my choice is wrong
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| I get on stage and I rage until my voice is gone, yeah
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| Everybody know my face, everybody know my name now
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| Had to keep my head up straight no more dead weight
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| Wore a cape on my way down
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| Everybody know my face, everybody my know name now
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| Had to keep my head up straight no more dead weight
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| Wore a cape on my way down
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| On my way down
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| On my way down
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| On my way down
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| On my way down
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| On my way down
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| On my way down
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| I don’t really trust these dudes
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| And I won’t ever trust these hoes
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| I already payed my dudes
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| So i’mma get these bucks and go
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| I don’t really trust these dudes
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| And I won’t ever trust these hoes
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| I already payed my dues
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| So i’mma get these bucks and go
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| On my way down
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| On my way down
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| On my way down
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| Yeah I been on my way down
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| On my way down
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| On my way down
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| On my way down
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| Yeah I been on my way down
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| On my way down
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| On my way down
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| On my way down |