| Duly noted and taking notes, even when I ain’t realise I was doing so
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| Didn’t realize I was just remembering while I was figuring
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| What all this was supposed to mean, and I mean
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| The meaning behind it was what he said all this was worth
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| All this was just so that there’d be some kinda meaning when mentioning me
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| Or mentioning my brothers beside me, cause you see
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| This all could’ve went another route
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| This all could’ve just turned into turn on whatever
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| And see the same turn that was predicted for when it was my turn, so I turned
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| Turned into what I wasn’t supposed to
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| Turned into what everyone around us said we’d never get close to
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| But I ain’t turn cause I chose to, I turned cause yo I ain’t have a choice
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| Because a choice was made long ago
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| That being something other than who and what was around us was the road I was
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| taking
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| They called it the road less traveled, I called it the only road I knew
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| Cause I knew what my day ones didn’t
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| Call it privilege or call it blessings from the ceiling but it all was a given
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| Without taking for granted what I was given, I was driven to a rhythm
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| That said these mu’fuckas is waiting for you to lose your position,
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| so watch how you pivot
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| Watch how you scrimmage, watch who you team up with and what’s their vision,
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| you get it?
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| Got it, and I ain’t really do much I just, took a baton and ran with it
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| The same way I ran with who was shoulder to shoulder with me
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| Same view, same motive, same reasons for anyone to look our way and feel they
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| know us
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| But the only difference is I had someone to tell me when to hold up
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| When to slow up, how to never let anyone speak on you before you get to show up
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| You lead the dialogue, you’re the leader, so always look people in the eye
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| And never be afraid to ask or inquire unless you wanna run blind
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| And never respect anyone who don’t feel the same for you and your kind
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| Celebrated, never tolerated, they’ll either love it or hate it
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| So this is about me doing the same, me knowing that
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| If I can do for mine what was done for me then I can sleep comfortably
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| Because nothing won’t be able to undo what I done did and same as it was for me
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| And nah, this ain’t about putting down one, just lifting up another
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| This ain’t about knocking those who ain’t have who I had
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| This is more about all them never forgetting what that was like
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| And never wanting to repeat that type, never wanting to be that type, right
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| This is thanks to mine before me
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| And aiming to do the same for who came from off me
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| Hands folded together to make this shit work
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| That and more, but nothing less. |
| Duly noted |