| I came into the city with the vision
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| Me as my witness, list is shorter than listening
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| Spans, iron to aim, this is no different plan
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| Kitchen fans, working around the clock for the higher flames
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| Sit or stand, get ahead
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| Bet on that I wouldn’t though
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| Everyone’s a star believing space is their entire gang
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| Adopted that mind of frame
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| Couldn’t go behind the grain
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| Would you know
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| Jumped out that line and speeded time of thangs
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| This a race and I ain’t slow
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| Even with declining grays
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| Reading on my own forever being in the climbing phase
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| This is what the shining takes
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| Focus on the minor thangs will have you in the club
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| When you should really be designing thangs
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| I don’t know what grinding takes
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| I just know why I’mma make
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| Dinner plans, busy now but fine by 8:00
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| Making reservations for the future that ain’t mine by fate
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| Building with the pictures cause the manuals designed to break
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| What’s in store
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| I hope you find what you was looking for
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| There ain’t nothing 'round here but work (yeah, yeah)
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| I hope you find what you was looking for
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| I just call it how I see it from first (yeah, yeah)
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| I hope you find what you was looking for
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| This ain’t the city where your dreams are conceived (nah)
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| This ain’t the place where you’ll be fine at your pace (nah)
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| This ain’t the city where you come to breathe (nah)
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| This is the place where you can learn from mistakes and leave
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| Pack up that U-Haul
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| Next to answer will never remember how did you fall
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| Hit his bottom list and get caught in this artist stiff with a bunch of call in
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| quits
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| Will probably sniff the heart on your sleeve; |
| true loss
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| I live in the belly of the nemesis of Ishmael
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| Where you are more likely to see December in this hill
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| Before you beat the bell or the buzzer you’ll meet your ending quick
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| Better swift then left here to bleed, I mean I guess it is
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| I came here to conquer and and conquer is what I did
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| I heard the myth of monsters but those are stories for kids
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| The city never sleeps, I mean that’s a product of fear
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| But me? |
| I’m catching Z’s like I earn a stripe with a spear
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| I see these people hunting for something with no direction
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| No discretion, no lessons, no motive, no loaded weapon
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| Where ever they could get ain’t worth catching, guess what they left with
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| A whole lot of questions |