| Am I gon' make it? |
| Am I gon' fail?
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| And if I don’t try, then how I’m gon' tell?
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| Say that it’s heaven they say that it’s hell
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| But we stuck here til we get there
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| Try to have more faith and less fear
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| Try to express it to your peers
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| I’m talking bout dreams
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| Better to do it and let it be seen
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| Cause then it’s so clear
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| Look at them flock, isn’t it weird
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| Niggas is groupies, borderline queer
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| Fuck it, that’s the nature of success
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| We all hold it so dear
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| How could you judge one, if you was once one
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| Nigga that might one day become some-
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| body that make good on his word
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| Entrances where he come from
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| Never the less yo come real
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| Show face to motivate these young ones
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| And niggas that never give you credit
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| None, some
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| Questions go unanswered most of those I give to God
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| Some, niggas can’t be reasoned with
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| Those gon' be disquali
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| Normal nine days, my life is anything besides
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| It’s a cold and lonely road
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| I knew it when I took the job
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| Progress on my heart, money on my mind
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| I got? |
| in my cd changer, smokin while I drive nigga |