| I never take the easy way
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| Sorry I never had a passion for my GPA
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| My momma told me these numbers can’t define me
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| You really wanna find me I’m spitting something grimey
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| With my city right behind me
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| This industry is slimey
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| All my trophies looking shiny
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| So these haters wanna try me
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| But jealousy is natural even though its super ugly
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| If you breathing then you living
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| Every single day is lovely
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| Every single day is special even if you think its not
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| When you feel like you got nothing give it everything you got
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| Jot it down like a sticky note
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| Ultra likes its Michelob
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| Damn you got that skinny flow
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| You sound just like a piccolo
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| And me im just a musical
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| Everything is beautiful
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| They try to box me in, I guess they’re working from a cubical
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| Everything has a purpose and everything is worth it
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| I want everybody happy even if they don’t deserve it
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| We do the same things
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| We make the same means
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| And when you gettin' this money, don’t let it change you
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| Cause everybody here, they want a part of it
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| And I’mma give it back, to who I started with
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| Don’t let it change you, don’t let it change you
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| And when you make mistakes, just know what made you
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| Cause everybody here, they want apart of it
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| And I’mma give it back to who I started with
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| See I’m looking for directions cuz I really think they led us wrong
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| I’m going hammer on this navy just to get us home
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| Mind racing, spacing off elevation, contemplating conversation
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| Keep me beating like a metronome
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| With the black tank, pop like a Mac 10
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| Get it with her back bent, listen for the accent
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| Hit it with a shot, no time on the clock
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| You can sign on the rock, no up, no backspin
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| Now listen say the word, cause I can spray a bird
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| Now you should address me, DeQuincy Coleman McRae the Third
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| Basis: where I’m going so its best you just beware
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| My confidence is key you can not knock me off my square
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| So you can’t even bother, I’m an optimistic scholar
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| Like a down to earth girl with an non-existent father
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| And I hope the pain hit you watch
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| I was playing with you, stop
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| Kleenex flowin', you dealing with plain tissue pop
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| Me and Twist we sink a track
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| Cuz we both just think attack
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| Its OCD or kill yourself
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| Yeah tell me what you think of that |