| What the problem is
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| They be dissing but at least they gon acknowledge this
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| Coming up I had nothing here so I followed these
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| Dreams that these people said was nothing hoe
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| Dreamed of living life like the Huxtables
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| Earlier this year I was close to the cliff
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| Now I rap on beats homie for my living and shit
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| They say that dreams come true in ya life
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| Tell me what you living for if not you gonna die
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| Moving with these loser cats hoping I could save my ass
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| You could hear these drums knockin' hard in a dark room
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| Know that I be animating rhymes like cartoons
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| Sticking to my goals like that shit is harpoon
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| Heart moves slowly like yo bitch know me
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| Member we ain’t have no dollars or no ends homie
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| We was living in the basement tryna get it
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| Counting change for food and it’s fuckin' up my mood
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| Dawg these lames in my mention talkin' shit like bitch we get it
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| You ain’t got a life and wanna show it bitch we get it
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| Get up off the twitter shit you on my dick like I just hit it
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| They talking bout hand outs I’m talking bout workin it
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| What you know about long nights you ain’t workin it
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| What you know about winter time cold workin it
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| I don’t got time to complain bitch I’m workin it
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| They be saying Silas what you doin bitch I’m workin it
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| I’m just tryna do my best
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| Take em back to days they sayin you be dead
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| Now I’m making change
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| Diamonds in the rain
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| Things been lookin strange
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| Things can never change no no
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| I’m just tryna do my best
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| Take em back to days they sayin you be dead
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| Now I’m making change
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| Diamonds in the rain
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| Things been lookin strange
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| Things can never change no no
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| I’m Mos Def just the greatest in my generation
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| This is years of studying what if we in the matrix
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| Got these questions on my mind but the difference now
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| I been wondering just when you gonna figure out
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| That my dream is something really just to marvel at
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| I been doing this since Timberlands and starter caps
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| Baggy white tees hoped that shorty’s liked me
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| We was posted in the burg smoking Newport shorts
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| Motherfuckers bump this shit like it was verbal intercourse
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| And of course I wrote this shit wit no remorse
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| Pray that all my family straight on these rainy days
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| Seeing diamonds in the rain form like these bars a brainstorm
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| 5 years ago they never gave me no play
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| Now I’m posted in my crib while my homies roll a J
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| Dream of days like these
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| Lacing up some Nikes
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| Tryna help my psychie
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| Ain’t nobody out there do it like me
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| I’m just tryna do my best
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| Take em back to days they sayin you be dead
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| Now I’m making change
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| Diamonds in the rain
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| Things been lookin strange
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| Things can never change no no
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| I’m just tryna do my best
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| Take em back to days they sayin you be dead
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| Now I’m making change
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| Diamonds in the rain
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| Things been lookin strange
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| Things can never change no no |