| Look at the scars on my feet, from this road I travel
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| But I’m seeing change gradual, I went from an apartment to a castle
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| Gravel on my feet, you see I took a lot of losses
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| Grindin' no matter what the cause is, I got a vision so flawless
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| Gained lot of scars walking on this road
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| Had my share of problems, only God knows
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| I came from kicking doors to a million records sold
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| I’m a platinum artist but my wrist gold
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| Rather it’s my freedom than to live broke
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| Still top swinging in this black Ghost
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| Tell the dealer give me mounts with no mirrors
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| Only looking forward, what I gotta look back for?
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| Cause the past 20/20 when it hindsight
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| Can’t see these (bitches) in my blind side
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| Only smoke the best to keep my mind right
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| Cause (shit) can get sour when you’re in the limelight
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| Used to be apartments now I’m sleeping in a mansion
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| Now I’m doing shows, baby dropping out them panties
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| Got it on my own, never had nothing handed
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| If you ain’t come from where I come from, then you wouldn’t understand it
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| (Flocka)
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| Look at the scars on my feet, from this road I travel
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| But I’m seeing change gradual, I went from an apartment to a castle
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| Gravel on my feet, you see I took a lot of losses
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| Grindin' no matter what the cause is, I got a vision so flawless
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| I done been through the headaches and the hassles
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| But only God can judge me with the gavel
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| They say I can’t rap but I can make millions
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| So I don’t care for your opinions, I ain’t asked you
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| I’m from south side Clayco got a tattoo
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| I’m a street (nigga) did what I had to
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| So we had to war, yeah I dabbled
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| Coming up wasn’t easy did it gradual
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| Bullet scars on my body had to battle
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| For my life, guess this karma coming back for me
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| For the dirt that I did, for this fast money
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| Just counting callouses feet from the travel
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| Bounce back, what ain’t kill me made me stronger
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| Live for today cause tomorrow never promised
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| Just a couple years ago we was broke (broke)
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| Now my bank account full of commas
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| (Flocka, Flocka, Flocka, Flocka, Flame)
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| Look at the scars on my feet, from this road I travel (you know)
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| But I’m seeing change gradual (you know), I went from an apartment to a castle
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| (urgh)
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| Gravel on my feet, you see I took a lot of losses (you know)
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| Grindin' no matter what the cause is (urgh), I got a vision so flawless |