| Can you give me something to believe in?
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| Can you, can you give me something to believe in?
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| Can you?
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| Used to believe that I could be a pro at anything
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| Started down the street at just another shitty skating rink
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| Dad took his son there, teach his boy to slap shot
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| So he’ll make the team you know I’ll fuck 'em with my hands off
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| That turned to skating and the skating just turned to rappin'
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| Shit ain’t changed, I still got the same motive to make it happen
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| Like feeling on the far side, tryna get a little closer
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| Cause they know I got a flow that be draining on all these hoses
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| From that city where if you rappin' ain’t no one who gonna know you
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| But we got enough talent to wake 'em up with no Folgers
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| So I believe, that’s what I tell 'em when they ask
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| And that’s the reason I started whopping ass like
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| Rappers say my name in their songs, I don’t even bother
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| Cause the level that they on don’t even worth coming back harder
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| Plus I be tryna build my legacy off what I tend to be
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| Not off doing shit so outlandish you remember me like
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| Oh, I just do it for my city and the people at the shows who really be fucking
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| with me
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| Oh, I just do it for the fizz act, if you needing this shit then you ain’t
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| gotta do is ask
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| If I gave you something to believe in
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| Could you say my name?
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| And if you gave me something to believe in
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| Could I do the same?
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| Like, if I make you smile, if I make you smile
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| I’ve done my job at last
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| And if you make me smile, if you make me smile
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| Then we all gonna laugh
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| Can you give me something to believe in?
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| Can you, can you give me something to believe in?
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| Can you?
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| Like if I make you smile, if I make you smile
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| I’ve done my job at last
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| And if you make me smile, if you make me smile
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| Then we all gonna laugh
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| Used to believe that I can be a pro at anything
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| Started at the skate park, jumping down that hammer lane
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| Bust my elbow open three times 'fore I perfected it
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| From that moment on I was gonna get respected
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| Shit ain’t changed, I still got the same ambition
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| All my flaws, I just flip 'em round and use 'em as ammunition
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| Just a little kid bumping Cube up in the kitchen
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| While my parents wasn’t home cause the swearing had 'em tripping
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| But he made me believe and believing was all I needed so
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| When I close my eyes I can see what I was dreaming, oh
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| This shit ain’t no rocket science, I been on my rocket ship
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| Been a long time coming so let them fool who just talking shit
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| Last year I felt I went harder than most
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| So when we get it poppin' this year don’t treat me like a joke
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| You was that red swallow that started up the bravado
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| My city gave me the lead so I knew that I’d never follow like
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| Oh, I just do it for my city and the people at the shows who really be fucking
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| with me
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| Oh, I just do it for the fizz act, if you needing this shit then you ain’t
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| gotta do is ask
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| If I gave you something to believe in
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| Could you say my name?
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| And if you gave me something to believe in
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| Could I do the same?
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| Like, if I make you smile, if I make you smile
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| I’ve done my job at last
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| And if you make me smile, if you make me smile
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| Then we all gonna laugh
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| Can you give me something to believe in?
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| Can you, can you give me something to believe in?
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| Can you?
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| Like if I make you smile, if I make you smile
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| I’ve done my job at last
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| And if you make me smile, if you make me smile
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| Then we all gonna laugh
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| Wiz Khalifa laugh
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| You know I feel like we getting a lot closer
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| Hmm, never been one for the band wagon
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| Always been on train when the pants saggin'
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| And in my head I was visualizing them fans waving
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| To the words that I wrote, to the words that you know
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| From the word believe to the words we go
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| I’ve never been amazing, I’m just hungry
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| That’s the reasoning behind all of my struggles
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| They feel what you be believing and I share with you my story
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| Through this broken chair I’m seated in, a C- student
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| But they say I’m on some genius shit, let the beat ride, let the beat ride
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| Let me speak my BAD 'fore IDIE, I gotta show you something throughout my three
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| eye
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| On my third eye, let my words fly’like a pelican, cocky but I’m elegant
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| So tell me why this motherfucker raising hell again
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| Momma told me use just what you got
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| I got 'em feeling Nemo as soon as my chorus stop
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| Stop, no, drop, yes, that’s me, what’s up?
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| They say that they ready so I serve 'em like a butler
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| I saw rappers pass me, they was moving like a trucker
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| So I switch my gears, hope I ain’t going like no sucker
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| Truth be told my truth ain’t the same when the truth be told
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| So when the truth get dropped start moving slow until they gravitate and start
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| lose control
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| Like I could lose it all and barely feel a bruise at all
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| I’d rather fail at trying than never even go try at all
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| And if I write that classic shit then I ain’t gotta die at all
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| Homie, I ain’t gotta die at all
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| Believe |