| Listenin' to my old songs
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| Back when I would talk about
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| Things that hadn’t happened yet
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| But now I get to talk about
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| Just got back from South Beach
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| Collins Ave, Shore Club
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| Always celebrating what I want to see more of
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| Took my mom with me
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| Let her soak up all the sunshine
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| Let her watch the rain stop
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| All because her son shined
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| That’s what I call foresight
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| That’s what I call manifest
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| Movin' to the rhythm
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| Of my intuition
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| Anything I want I
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| Speak into existence
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| That’s how I’m living
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| That’s how I’m winning
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| Five bands a show now
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| And you know it’s going up
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| Plays in the millions
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| Guess I’m finally blowing up
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| Oh what a feeling
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| Ten years makin' beats
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| Patience taste bitter
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| But that after taste is so sweet
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| Could’ve stopped at anytime
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| Wouldn’t have believed this
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| People used to talk down
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| But now I got 'em speechless
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| That’s what I call foresight
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| That’s what I call manifest
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| Movin' to the rhythm
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| Of my intuition
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| Any thing I want I
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| Speak into existence
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| That’s how I’m living
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| That’s how I’m winning
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| Look around, everyone soundin' lazy
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| Am I the only one who does themselves on the daily?
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| I don’t wanna' hear about these rappers with the same flows
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| Everybody cut, copy, pastin', where’d the game go?
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| I remember when I was a kid that woulda' warranted
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| Excommunication from the game, now they rewarding it
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| Got me so glad I know myself
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| Movin' to the rhythm
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| Of my intuition
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| Any thing I want I
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| Speak into existence
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| That’s how I’m living
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| That’s how I’m winning |