| I was never one to let thangs go easy believe me
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| I wish I could let it all fly
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| I know it’s not classy but when life pass me
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| I stare and I whistle as the gal walk by
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| My mother taught me better
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| She learned it from the hood
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| «No bother chasing gold be complacent with the wood»
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| But I was like whatever
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| I’m never one to listen
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| I ventured in the woods other people wouldn’t dare
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| Entitled like I’m rich so I always thought I could
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| In a world not a care when you’re filled with ambition
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| Following the trails to the cities made of myths
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| Legendary tales took me there to make a hit
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| I got up to the door but I wasn’t on the list
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| Opportunity was school seem I’m soon to be dismissed
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| But I was on a mission so I was like yeah
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| I’m kind of a big deal let me in I got a gift
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| (You've got to let it go)
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| Sometimes you got these problems on your mind
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| (And you should always know)
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| And people will tell you, you’ll solve 'em you’ll be fine
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| (That you’ll be fine, just fine, just fine, just fine, just fine)
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| But I don’t believe that
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| See that’s a way of being lazy
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| If you want it got to get it
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| If confronted and you quit it
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| Then you’re nothing but a victim
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| In a system that we living
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| But forgiven if you want to start again
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| I’m a man of faith but I’m not a man who waits
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| I don’t plan on fate I plan on me to make a plate
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| In other words I don’t bitch
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| I never walk away
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| When things fall apart I build them back I don’t ditch
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| Folding under pressure carry more than I can take
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| Knees buckle from the weight never sore from the lift
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| Never came to grips with the fact that I gotta sit back
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| With the cards I was dealt when I play
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| I want a better hand so I’m putting mine together
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| Down to the sky with the plans that I make
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| It’s strength been given I’ll be damned if I break
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| It’s brains over brawn and I’m weakest when I’m clever
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| In my twelve hour when my moms start to pray
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| It’s fifteen ticks still trying to assist
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| About a minute left when my legs start to shake
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| A brother at his best moving mountains till they shift
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| And what about the times you give it your all
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| And you still fall short to what will you resort
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| Of course we bounce back
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| But there’s times divorce the smack tells us
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| We should abort in fact thin line between
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| Retract and react into action
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| The pride and the lack of the spleen
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| And what happens colliding with passion
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| And passive behavior can clasp of a grasp of a dream or impact
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| And it seems letting go can be a savior
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| At times holding on can end up being more labor
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| So I’m cool when I don’t get the girl
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| When I’m shooting for the stars that will probably hit the world
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| It’s not bad for bad aim if anything short comes
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| Show that I have range and that’s real
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| I’mma leave it up to god god leave it up to I
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| We’ll see what will happens |