| Never break
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| Always fight
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| Never quit
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| Do it right
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| Play the game
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| Win at life
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| Have no shame
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| There’s no time
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| Feel the pain
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| Live the grind
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| I can change
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| In my mind
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| Pick a lane
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| Commit and climb
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| The only way
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| To win at life
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| I never miss, that’s fact
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| Taking big swings, bitch, hand me the bat
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| Put me in the ring, you’ll go out in a bag
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| Cuz I sing what I mean and I bring it to the mat
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| Like ain’t got time to kill, I got time to fill
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| I took the red pill
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| I know life’s short so I wanna live real, but
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| How’s it supposed to feel?
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| How’s it supposed to feel?
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| How’s it supposed to feel?
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| How’s it supposed to feel?
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| How’s it supposed to feel?
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| They wanna say my name but they holding back
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| They wanna say they hate but they know it’s cap
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| I ain’t play no games, I just do, that’s fact
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| And I don’t feel no shame, it’s a mood you lack
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| I go crazy, nah bitch, I ain’t lazy
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| Track after track, I work on this shit daily
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| Pass me the jack, writers fuel got me hazy
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| Bout to unpack all these dreams I’ve been chasing
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| I got visions in my head
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| Like memories after death
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| To be a legend instead
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| Of something you can forget
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| I’m living up every breath
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| I’d rather lead than be led
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| I’ll fill the seats as I spread
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| With every word that I’ve said
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| How’s it supposed to feel?
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| How’s it supposed to feel?
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| How’s it supposed to feel?
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| How’s it supposed to feel? |