| Sit and stare, take your time, I already see it
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| Sit and stare, take your time, I already see it
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| Fantasize, fantasize
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| For everything to fall into picture
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| Yeah, uh
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| Visionary when I turned 18
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| Had to show a side of me that people ain’t seen
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| I wanted everyone along with me
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| But I had to drop a couple boys from the A-team
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| (It'll all be fine) Long as Pack on it
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| Yeah we all had dreams but they ain’t act on it
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| Now they mad that the mantle got a plaque on it
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| Fell off the bandwagon but they back on it
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| And now they wonder why I’m so cynical
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| People fall in love with an image, it’s so typical
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| I been an original, everybody a critic
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| Everybody got an opinion, and everybody give it
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| I don’t see nobody that navigated the mission
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| I’d be liable to listen to anybody that did it
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| We independent and been it for a minute
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| Pulling up with the back of the van tinted and I’m the cracker that’s in it
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| What a vision we living, what a position I’m in
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| You ain’t on my side now if you ain’t have my back back then
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| I remember when they hated now they act friends
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| Even if they throwing shade now but they do it with the accent
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| They want it with me now
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| Hit them with the rope-a-dope, they been tryna pin me down
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| I don’t really think a lot of people get me now
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| 'Fore they get me down, I duck 'em with the Antoine shimmy now
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| Get the paper, divvy it up, hold my city down
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| Hope I make the city proud, whole team getting jiggy now
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| On the road like 4.0
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| On the road like it’s all I know
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| Forget to call my folks, I’m missing birthdays and funerals
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| Oh God, this shit becoming the usual
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| Oh God, this shit becoming the usual
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| I guess it got to get ugly before it get beautiful, yeah
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| Sit and stare, take your time, I already see it
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| Sit and stare, take your time, I already see it
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| Fantasize, fantasize
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| For everything to fall into picture
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| I don’t know if I really believed it back then
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| Young and naive, getting my degree and rappin'
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| Got 'em looking at me like I ain’t want it that bad then
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| But I did more in four years than they did in the last ten
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| Now we making money on the back end
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| They look at me like, «That shit just happened»
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| Fell into my lap, I can’t help but laugh at 'em
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| I clock in, go to work, we back at 'em, oh
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| So into hell, I go
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| Gatekeepers wanna sell my soul to sell my flow
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| I don’t need to shell out dough to sell-out shows
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| I don’t make no fake shit up, it’s all bonafide
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| Doors close and I open eyes
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| I been killing everything to keep the hope alive
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| Working overtime, get the troops and we mobilize
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| Now I’m looking at the world with my global eyes
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| Yeah, I really see it it’s all clear, I’m on tour
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| Talking to my boys wishing they were all here
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| I want more, the crowd working the encore
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| Living out the shit I’m working on for my sophomore
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| Mad Lifey, don’t like me, go bite me
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| There just might be something wrong with your psyche
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| I’m so hyphy, this shit ain’t like me
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| You could try to shit on me, but the shit ain’t likely
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| I’m cap city, born and raised
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| And for the people that jumped ship, I’ll make it rain 40 days
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| Motivated by good living and good women
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| I love shitting on fake friends, I love winning
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| We could really have it all
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| We could really have it all
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| I had a dream and I’m living it I need to make it last
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| I’ll be damned if I spend a day not getting it, Pack
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| Sit and stare, take your time, I already see it
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| Sit and stare, take your time, I already see it
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| Fantasize, fantasize
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| For everything to fall into picture |