| Keep grinding like this, my time will surely come
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| I had a shot and I blew it, man, that was purely dumb
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| Rappin' ain’t fun once you hit forty, son
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| I got a decade and change, so you got more to come
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| I love my crew, one for all and we all for one
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| Just gained a hundred pounds (I'm tryna live), little Pun
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| Can’t compare to that nigga, 'cause he was truly great
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| I’m just tryna do me before it gets too late
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| 'Cause Latins goin' Platinum was destined to come
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| So I’m blessin' the drum with every last breath in my lung
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| All these rappers talk about is vests and guns
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| And rhymes be just about as fresh as a bum
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| But along with this music shit comes the politics
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| And I don’t like to be fake, so I want no parts of it
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| Every bar is sick, I put my whole heart in it
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| But they still try to ignore me like I’m a nondescript
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| On the road to riches and diamond rings
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| Real niggas live like kings
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| On the run eatin' or locked up in the bing
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| Real niggas live like Kings, uh
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| No love, no love, no love for 'em
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| See me in the streets, know I got a slug for 'em
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| Caught up in the cross fire from the thugs warrin'
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| Two-time felons on the run from a drug warrant
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| I went OT and I blew up quick
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| Got more love out there than people I grew up with (Shit)
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| What typa shit is that? |
| We can go tit for tat
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| But I realized success is the best way to get 'em back (Facts)
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| Put the hood on my back, you’ll never get it back (Coney Island)
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| Once I get on, we good, like homie, it’s a wrap
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| Like, why do I wanna be in an industry
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| That I can’t stand? |
| Let my feelings get the best of me? |
| (Nah)
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| I guess 'cause it was always my dream
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| And I just wanna have fun and get rich with my team
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| You won’t find too many rappers nice like this, but
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| You know how many nights I thought to slice my wrist?
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| You know how many nights I was inches from dyin'?
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| Runnin' 'round in them streets while mama home cryin'
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| Took my life, did a complete one-eighty
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| I’m as real as they come, so how the fuck could you hate me?
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| On the road to riches and diamond rings
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| Real niggas live like kings
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| On the run eatin' or locked up in the bing
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| Real niggas live like Kings, uh
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| No love, no love, no love for 'em
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| See me in the streets, know I got a slug for 'em
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| Caught up in the cross fire from the thugs warrin'
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| Two-time felons on the run from a drug warrant
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| I don’t party (Nah), that’s how you get hit, nigga
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| I rather stay home and write than politic with bitch niggas
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| So I don’t care what’s happenin' now
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| 'Cause to lead the orchestra, you turn your back to the crowd (So)
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| I don’t get drunk and I don’t smoke loud
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| On point to the top and never look down
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| Got my eyes to the sky and feet on the ground
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| Eventually they’ll take notice or I’ma snatch that crown (Gimme)
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| Honestly though, I was scared to stop gettin' high
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| Thought I’d lose my creativity and bars would decline
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| But the grind got bigger and the bars got iller
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| Everything got better turned me into a Gorilla
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| Beastin' and I don’t need rap to feel I made it (Nope)
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| Those that fake it can’t comprehend, so they just hate it (Yup)
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| I’m tryna be the greatest, shine bright without fadin'
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| Stay focused 'cause the humble will never be humiliated
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| On the road to riches and diamond rings
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| Real niggas live like kings
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| On the run eatin' or locked up in the bing
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| Real niggas live like Kings, uh
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| No love, no love, no love for 'em
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| See me in the streets, know I got a slug for 'em
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| Caught up in the cross fire from the thugs warrin'
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| Two-time felons on the run from a drug warrant |