| Everybody got a story to tell
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| Mine starts in the middle of the map
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| Long before me
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| You see Imma start from the beginning
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| Mom’s is from a little town called Malta Bend
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| Right outside Kansas City
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| Historically, it’s a segregated town
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| She was raised in the church
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| Sung and played piano for the choir
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| Worked 3 jobs to provide for me and my sisters
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| She never allowed us to realise how much we didn’t have, or to realise how much
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| we struggle
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| Shit. |
| At times I thought we was the richest motherfuckers in the world
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| You see, you can’t miss what you don’t have
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| In all actuality, we was struggling trying to make it just like everybody else
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| But without struggle there’s no progress
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| Wise words from Frederick Douglass
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| You see the environment moulds you, and it shapes you
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| I was motivated by what I see growing up
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| A woman that provided by any means necessary
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| Ambition. |
| I learned that the art is the easiest way to travel the world without
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| leaving home
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| Start plotting how to get to the moon
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| Shit, if I miss I still end up in the stars
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| Your foundation is set on many generations before you
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| They say I got my swag and my charm from my Daddy
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| My temper from my Nanny, and my hustle from my Momma
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| If you’re gon' do something, might as well do it big
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| That’s how I live my life
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| Go hard or go home
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| Run it |