| —ration what I’m full of
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| Inspiration what I’m full of
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| Inspiration what I’m full of
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| A motorcade for the pull up
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| One of one, so show me good love, yeah
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| I been zoning, nigga, yeah
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| Inspiration what I’m full of
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| A motorcade for the pull up
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| I’m one of one, so show me good love, yeah
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| I been zoning, nigga, good love
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| Don’t gotta wonder who the realest if you see him in the mirror
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| I don’t got no time to waste, if it’s my watch, it work for real
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| I get wordy in these verses, I might leave my demons here
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| Call the weed man, tell him pull up if they reappear
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| I know you getting thirsty, lil' baby, just sip this beer
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| I got 'em coming down her face, she see my future in her tears
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| Never shook (Never shook)
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| I came prepared (Yeah, yeah)
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| Solid as fuck (Uh-huh)
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| Like both my legs (Uh)
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| Just like the clip that’s in your hair, don’t ever rip me off
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| You say you damaged, need repairs, so I’ma give it all
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| Yeah, I came crashing on this planet like coming of a Xanny
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| All this money on my mind, so don’t approach without a plan
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| I’m a Sacramento king, Jason Williams, Bobby Jackson
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| This right here is mine, check again, you cannot have it
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| Going ghost like Danny Phantom as soon as you start rambling
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| We mobbing like the Army, it’s just me, Lawrence, and Sanny
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| I been reading all your moves, I don’t really understand 'em
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| No, I don’t really understand
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| I like my ladies with a tan and my booking fee in hand
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| In control of my fate and trusting in God’s plan, oh
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| Yeah, I came crashing on this planet, yeah
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| No, I never took a Xanny
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| Just had this money on my mind
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| So don’t approach without a plan
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| They tell me heavy is the head
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| And I carry this stress around
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| Tell me more 'cause I ain’t scared, nah, nah
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| I’m taking chances to find my way up
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| So untie my hands and let me play some, mmm
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| We taking chances to find our way up, yeah
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| So untie my hands and let me play some, yeah (Correct)
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| My whole life been based on sacrifices
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| Battling demons, doubters, and vices
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| Broke and homeless, a couple of past crises
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| Was couch-surfing, burning bridges with women to get by shit
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| Rooted in the struggle, I just needed my lift
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| Was down to work, I just needed a shift
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| Hands dirty, I just needed a rinse
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| To come clean, I was hurting for this
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| Use my gift as a present and to service the jits
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| See 'em dying out here, to live’s the ultimate gift
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| So I breathe life into everything that I give
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| It’s purpose, and I’m not perfect, I admit
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| Had my back against the wall, never did I submit
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| At times, running to my goals was like running with cement
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| Then I got the jackhammer, started cracking at my feet
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| Put the wind behind my back and starting blacking at the feet
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| Yeah, took chances, found my way out the street
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| Now I’m backing out the V for all the days we used to use our feet
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| Cars by the fleet, gold by the kilo
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| The once evil villain turned to the people’s hero
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| And I took my chances and found my way out
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| And untied my hands so I could stay out |