| I’m tryna do it all
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| (From now on until the day that I’m gone
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| I think large cause the Earth is too small
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| For real I’m)
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| Tryna do it all
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| (A blank page is how it all starts off
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| And rhyme and the blueprint’ll get drawn on)
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| Cause I’m
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| Tryna do it all
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| (Just like ??? give it up or we gon' take by force
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| Because I’m)
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| Tryna do it all
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| (Without a pause and I ain’t got no choice
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| But to do better than whenever before)
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| Because I’m tryna do it all
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| I’m trying make the world know me, stack G’s, yet be lowkey
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| Get paper with my brothers like the majors, but we so free
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| So we sign like we don’t speak
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| I’mma rhyme like I’m tryna save the earth within the time I’m spinnin on it
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| The way my career is going, I might get to spending on it
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| Depending on if my minutes longer than 15
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| I might say a verse and then end the song on a big screen
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| Picture that from a small town with big dreams
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| From flying coach to buying coach, I’m in between
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| I’m not a star, somebody lied
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| I ride the subway as a car, I’m gettin by
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| My life is hard
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| Not all the time although yes I’m ready to die, ain’t trying starve
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| I’m on the grind from poverty to the bottom line
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| And my barter time concluding only with dollar signs
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| I need change like a dollar for four quarters
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| I want fame, I can’t lie to all my supporters
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| Pops wasn’t around like immigration at the border
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| Illegal aliens gave me my alias, one saucer
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| We ate off the same plate, became a part of
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| Each other, we was moving as one cause one thought could
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| Change the world, Eric Clapton with the guitar
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| Could talk in the death but the sun is even a dying star
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| Had a couple meetings, guess we ain’t poppin enough ace
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| Rappers incriminatin like it’s no open and shut case
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| For no one time waits, me and my primates
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| Had guns like prom dates, look me in my face
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| Have you ever seen time stand still?
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| Ask yourself questions like why does man kill?
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| But fuck it, cause even Big Daddy Kane was Abel
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| So I’mma spoil my kids like the fruit Eve gave you
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| Now peep the pattern as we movin on up the ladder
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| Had a dream of how we beam up, puttin the focus on what matters
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| Most, damn it, I hope that y’all ain’t think that the ???
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| It would never let up, never, full court press upon the ball
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| Buildin bridges in this rigid bidness, plus stay on our pivot
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| Pilin albums with a different stylin
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| We spit to shift the balance
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| The District Diamond fill up they mind with the realest of rhymin'
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| Visions get wide when I apply it, now it’s livin inside 'em
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| Borrowed tomorrow and gave back through my raps, our motto
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| Gotta let y’all know, so our steps led a path to follow
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| Yeah, son, bread crumbs, left two steps from the edge
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| Not scared, feelin prepared, that’s for whenever that bread comes
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| Never loafin with potent, the shop’s forever open
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| Speakers smokin with O shit to crack your windows open
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| And get to zonin, jonin on whoever want it
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| We go in on every song that we on because we tryna do it all |