| See I’m sayin' so you get from here to over there
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| And that flows to the singers
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| Real artists recognize that
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| See the foo foo guys, they don’t recognize that
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| Ay, all of my thoughts be clouding my judgement sometimes
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| Backtracking and second-guessing like I don’t know nothin' sometimes
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| Seems like I’m spending hella my time to figure it out
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| Who are these niggas around
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| They’re just gonna ruffle my feathers, stuck in my wings
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| Can’t get off the ground
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| I got the vision, they don’t got the vision
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| I’m well aware of all my decisions
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| When I need 'em and I call 'em everybody missing
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| When I got it they come back around this shit is fishy
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| I keep betting on Faraji even when it’s risky
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| My anxiety been finding ways to keep me busy, yeah
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| Guess it’s a blessing in disguise
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| I get lost in my mind
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| Still I rise every time, still I rise
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| It’s been a hell of a ride
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| Niggas been off of my old shit, know that
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| I just get better with time
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| But that I never rewind
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| No, I don’t nickel-and-dime
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| I’d rather put it in the time
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| I’d rather work
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| I’d rather own all my own shit
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| I feel better when it’s mine
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| Know I’mma shine
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| You know it
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| Walk into room soul glowin'
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| You see the light on me
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| Look how it shines on me
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| I might have been down, but not for long
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| When you turn around, know I’ll be gone
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| And be at the top where I belong
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| Where I belong
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| Spend a lot of time to right the wrongs
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| Then I let go of all my flaws
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| And headed to the top where I belong, yeah
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| Where I belong |