| I would’ve never made it here if the fear took hold
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| «I will not lose» was my yearbook quote
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| Shout out to Hov, Hov, I haven’t yet fulfilled the prophecy
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| I still put out more than I get back in reciprocity
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| But I’m not afraid to risk, regardless what it cost me
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| I’m accustomed to these tall-ass risks
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| Compact discs, set fire to a contract quick
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| Un-showered, head shaggy like «Boombastic»
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| Every day I try to leave this mark un-removable
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| 'Cause I’d rather fry than be alive inside a cubicle
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| I watch the kids 'til five, then I hit the studio
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| Looking like I died, made it into something beautiful
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| A lot of losses I might not have enjoyed
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| But I learned to say no, learned what to avoid, still self-employed
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| Listen up bub, everybody tryin' to win
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| Listen up bub, fall down, then fall down again
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| Listen up bub, get up, 'cause I won’t lose
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| If I do, that’s up to me to choose, I plan to win
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| So listen up bub, if it comes easy, it don’t last
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| Listen up bub, give up to get some back
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| Listen up bub, we all got fears and doubts
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| But you’re the only who picks how you turn out
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| So turn it out
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| Quitting for me is illegal
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| I could pretend I always win, but that’d be deceitful
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| 'Cause by now I figured me and Jay Z’d be equals
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| But I just played Iowa City for three people in the snow
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| I called my wife after the show
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| She said, «How did it go?» |
| I said, «You don’t wanna know»
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| She watched the kids as I hit Chicago
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| The next night, almost every ticket sold
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| They was singing every note, quote unquote for the podunk bro
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| I bounced back like I wear a sumo suit
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| 'Cause getting too high off my highs
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| And too low off my lows, that’s what you don’t do
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| This work here’s my therapy, words full of kerosene
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| Never scarin' me, apparently, to risk my kids' food
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| On my own dreams with no guarantee that I’ll ever get it back
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| I always get it back, bro you better
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| Listen up bub, everybody tryin' to win
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| Listen up bub, fall down, then fall down again
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| Listen up bub, get up, 'cause I won’t lose
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| If I do, that’s up to me to choose, I plan to win
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| So listen up bub, like a broken table, I won’t fold
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| Listen up bub, shit man, I been down that road
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| Listen up bub, we all got fears and doubts
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| But you’re the only who picks how you turn out
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| So turn it out
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| My aim is stars, map made of scars
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| I drew this treasure map out of my losses
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| I’m tryin' to be Steve Jobs
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| But if I only end up as Steve Austin, that’ll be awesome
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| It’s not all pleasure, no painless days
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| In school, they teach you not to play the game this way
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| But I think you’re getting played if you’re playing it safe
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| 'Cause I got no ceilings like that Lil Wayne mixtape
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| I’ll make a billion, nah, fuck that, I’ll make a trillion
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| If not, I’ll make a million, man, I put that on my children
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| You want a foot in the door? |
| I wanna own the building
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| It’s a cold world, man, you better stop chilling
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| Go through the dark, come to the light
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| If your life sucks, stop sucking at life
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| My heart rate go bump in the night
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| 'Cause I still can’t give up the fight, sleep tight
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| Listen up bub, everybody tryin' to win
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| Listen up bub, fall down, then fall down again
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| Listen up bub, get up, 'cause I won’t lose
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| If I do, that’s up to me to choose, I plan to win
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| So listen up bub, just a kid from the sticks
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| Listen up bub, learn how to stick to the script
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| Listen up bub, these roots didn’t sway in the wind
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| I’ve been the same since I begin, begun, whatever
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| I turned it out |