| Growing up, project struck, looking for luck, dreaming, me and
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| Couplets I was cupping up to the ceiling, seen it
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| Jumped in and was looking up to believe it
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| Lived it, went and penned it and left the rest to the speakers
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| Wrote it the way I know it, you heard it, you saw me show it
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| Outlining the obvi' and intricating below it
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| Dollar signs in the lobby and finger painting the motive
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| Any side that’s beside me is giving way to the notice
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| Dare you to look away from it, counting it is weighing it
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| And the weight of the winners will build 'em to build a gate for it
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| Protect it or neglect it, skully over the face with it
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| The outcome surrounds them and everything they praying with
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| Dents in the carpet, the honor amongst saving it
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| Picturing tomorrow is prolly gonn' make today the end
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| Beat tapes blur out the blue, and all the chase in them
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| Lights out the window, the awakening
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| I’m feeling like I made it though
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| And if I made it yo
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| Then making it is everywhere that they ain’t say to go
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| I’m making it where all of this is for the taking yo
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| Cause making it is everything that they been waiting fo'
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| I show 'em how to make it through hysteria
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| Make it through hysteria
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| Make it through hysteria
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| Made it through
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| Show 'em how
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| Know the sound, know the score well enough to quote it now
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| Used to what they used to, see them pointing the composer out
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| Suitor of the suitors, double breasted, money folded down
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| Rooted where the root is, found an exit they can go around
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| Sped you up to slow you down, fuck the curiosity
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| 1,000 thread count but I was cut from where the bottom be
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| Powder spread 'round like they was dumping out their lottery
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| Freshened up the linen like embellishing an image
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| See it’s sorta like the scene where Dukie get out the car
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| And Prezbo is watching a dream die from afar
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| And testers are getting thrown over on Popular Grove
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| And the rest of what you know is where the end of it starts
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| You hear the engine is gone, behind you is what it was
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| Hearing tends to be wrong but reminds you of what it does
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| Hearing it through the walls, oblige and get your run
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| And make sure to rewind it when you’re done
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| Word to the hysteria that we tryna say we made it thru, and word to bringing
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| everyone wit us to say «shit I made it too», whatever happens from here on out,
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| I made it when they said I wouldn’t make it I made it and I made it true,
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| no hand outs used because none were ever given, I mean I can’t say I wouldn’t
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| have accepted if a hand was ever risen, but none were so, why consider,
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| when they didn’t, they didn’t consider my city or my block or my curb or my
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| crib the way I did, and I didn’t do any of this just to say I lived,
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| I did it to say I’m in, in for whatever it might’ve been or it might be,
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| or whatever’s likely to push thru, not a hero just a good dude,
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| moms and pops love me like cooked food and the front door was wide enough for
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| me to do more than just look thru, so hey, why not at least take a stare,
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| take it a step further and take it there, I mean really take it there and see
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| what all the fuss is being made about and, admire the ones before us who made
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| it out, getting autographs and picturing all of that as a blueprint for us and
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| wishing for all of that, uh, see when I said I wrote on the back of light bills
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| I really meant that, and whether you did or didn’t get that, it is what it is,
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| I mean it is what it is for that dream, and that dream is so vivid it don’t
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| even look like one, or so it seems, seems to us that whatever you leave for us
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| is what it’ll be for us, but fuck that becuz if that don’t be enough then what
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| does that mean for us?, confliction and contemplation and addiction and that
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| itching and itching for what you missing and you inching to see what they
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| taking or see what they paying, or see both sides and see why the song’s been
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| playing the way it’s been playing and why it won’t stop, couldn’t stop it if
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| you tried to, or better yet if you pretended you wasn’t listening when really
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| you knew every word in every sentence and every metronome in that rhythm,
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| every hi hat and 808 you was given, the bass you know as well as the mirror
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| you in front of, and well, either do it or don’t but either or they can’t judge
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| us, so yea I wrote and I wrote because no one else spoke, no judge, no jury,
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| just purely how it goes, and from the go I was who I am, the story’s been one
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| in the same just the way that you turn that page may have changed,
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| long time coming since Chris or Shawn or Nasir or Corey or Brad first started
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| to go, figured I’d do my part and draw up a path, and let it unfold,
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| unfold like kites with picture requests and, homecoming dates and liquor
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| requests and, shit, I stand tall for all of it if this is what’s left,
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| buying bottles last minute cuz see I’ll never forget the date but I might
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| forget the request, see my life’s loaded at the moment and there’s so many
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| bottles to be bought that, I kinda get lost, but still here, and feeling like I
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| made it though… |