| I think about my life and my mind
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| And my time, about the same
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| If I don’t give’em all I got
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| Then with the rain they’ll change
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| I know I been paintin' pictures
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| It’s richer than all this wicker
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| After all of that I learned, blood is thicker
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| Than beer and liquor
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| If you don’t slow down
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| Life’ll catch ya like a pitcher
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| 95 mile per hour fastball
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| You better hit’er
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| Never quitter, I’m a winner
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| Get my frickin' chicken dinner
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| I’m gon' kick it ‘til the end
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| Until my bones n' shins are splinters
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| I’m a victor, not a victim
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| Tell that son of a bitch to come get him some
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| Homegrown by nature
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| I don’t give a damn about what you’ve done
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| Rollin' stone, this ranger
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| Been run off the road and in plenty mud
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| I’mma come back with the dual smoke stacks
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| 12 pack in the back and that’s just because…
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| I’mma bust ‘til I fall
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| ‘til the dust
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| My engine gon' keep a runnin'
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| ‘til it’s stuck n' full of rust
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| My family and C-Hubb
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| The only ones that I trust
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| Don’t like it, it’s not a must
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| We’re doin' this shit for us
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| ‘Cause there ain’t no way to know if I’m gonna make it
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| It’s a once in a lifetime chance, and I’m gonna take it
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| I’ve been travelin' down this road for so long
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| Just searchin' for my soul and the strength to go on
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| But I’mma keep on keepin' on
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| I’mma keep on keepin' on
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| First of all, If you’re listening
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| Then I wanna say Thank You, greatly
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| ‘Cause my mind has been goin'
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| Each and every direction lately
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| It’s amazing how crazy
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| This shit gets, so I been hazy
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| Workin' my hardest
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| Tryin' to be the South’s Slim Shady
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| ‘cause I been focusin' on music in my free time
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| And me n' Tarr plan to make a livin' off of these rhymes
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| But I’m workin' my ass off at a factory, and I’m mad at me
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| ‘cause I know that I’ve got talent when it comes to music that someone has to
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| see
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| So, gradually I’m practicing
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| And mastering the skills I use
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| So next time when I get off in the booth
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| I got the best rhymes and I still tell the truth
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| And the truth is
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| If I don’t make it doin' music
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| Then I don’t know what the hell to do
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| This is my life, that’s why I write the things I’m tellin' you
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| I speak my heart and soul
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| And all our fans got a heart of gold
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| Ya’ll are the reason that we are here
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| No matter what ya’ll are told
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| So, I’m simply gonna end this with a, «Thank You.»
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| And I’ll be reppin' Tiller Gang until I can’t move!
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| No, there ain’t no way to know…
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| If I’m gonna make it
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| But I only got one shot
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| So boe I gotta take it
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| No, there ain’t no way to know…
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| It’s a damn long road
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| But I got a strong soul
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| I’mma let the story unfold…
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| And I’m gonna keep on keepin' on
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| The pages turnin until their gone
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| If I make it, I’ll take it, n' if I do
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| Then I’m thanking everyone involved
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| I’m Thanking everyone involved
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| It takes everyone of ya’ll
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| Damn it, I believe in my team and my dreams
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| It’s all I need to succeed, so I; |
| m keepin' on! |