| That ain’t wrong
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| That ain’t wrong
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| In order to touch, you gotta fly
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| Don’t break you down, no
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| These diamonds take pressure
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| Diamonds take pressure
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| I used to look up at the stars and wonder if he’s really there
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| If he was, why he give me hand-me-downs every year
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| Why my momma hate my dad, and why my daddy never here
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| Why I got this IEP, and why can’t I just be prepared
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| Why these teachers laugh at me when I say I’ma be the mayor
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| When I say I’m serious, why they smiles don’t disappear
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| 'Cause I ride that CTA, 4.0 ain’t my GPA
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| My momma was so proud of me, Lisa Bennett not Lisa Ray
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| She was scratching lottery tickets, when we gon' see the place
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| And on top of that got my first suspension like yesterday
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| They know I’m '07 now why these niggas gon' mess with me
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| If I got a problem, still call up Zeke, he gone rescue me
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| You say hit up Jay for that recipe, now it’s rest in peace
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| Chano you can rest in peace, Damo you can rest in peace
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| Maurice you can rest in peace, damn that shit got the best of me
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| Used to leave McDonald’s with empty bottles and cold gelato
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| When it’s hot Chicago we movin' like the clutch off the throttle
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| Now it’s less McDonald’s like models coming from Colorado
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| If I painted my story, my canvases aura couldn’t follow
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| I used stay up late nights wanting what I couldn’t borrow
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| Now it’s hello world, hella' yellow girls in my bed on tour
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| So much more than my dictionary could infer
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| I just had to write this track, goddamn while my stomach hurt
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| 'Cus we all independent in this bitch and we can fuckin' merge
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| Been a while since I’ve been to church no wonder I’m feellin' cursed
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| Wishin' this was '05 back when ain’t nobody give a fuck
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| Before this Acid Rain dance, and that’s when we were good enough
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| From playpens to stadiums, that’s a lot of growing up
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| I just thought I’d open up 'cause that means that it’s more to us
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| No name-dropping, clout-chasing, ain’t the way the tour bus
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| I been in a lab clockin' work without no doctor shirt
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| This year wasn’t easy, if your dreamin' boy you gotta work
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| Thinkin' this shit gotta work, everytime I write a verse
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| Workin', workin' workin', workin', workin', that’s that Bennett curse
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| Dream’s worth believing in, scheming, planning an' seizin' 'em
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| Used to call me retarded, now all my F’s got them V’s in 'em
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| Salty exes is seasonin', slowin' down on my sodium
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| Euphoria’s not utopia, stop actin' like you know me bruh
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| I knew since birth it was certain that I was sent with a purpose
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| While you competin' with crabs in a bucket I’m in the ocean
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| It’s Taylor Bennett, your superhero, the answer’s been spoken
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| I told 'em be yourself fast, you gotta scream to the masses
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| And niggas still call me faggot, but bitch my shit lookin' fabulous
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| You can tell by the bag I get, momma’s names on the addresses
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| You portray with the savages, I invade them, enslave them
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| My debt is repaid and then blast that shit, I ain’t cappin' or Catholic
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| I’m an outstanding Afro-American bisexual havin' shit
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| Change your dreams if they average
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| If your workplace is adamant, how the fuck it ain’t accurate?
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| Okay
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| I switch lanes for gang gang, and no shame in my job
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| And no angles, just angels, who hate what we love
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| And we’re ages and pages, it’s dangerous trust
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| And no favorites, just favors, it’s neighborly love
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| And my savior done made me and saved all of us
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| And your savior done made you and saved all of us
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| And my savior done made me and saved all of us
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| You know, deep down
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| We’re all our own kind
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| You know, diamonds take pressure
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| Diamonds take pressure
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| Deep down, we’re all our own kind
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| You know, diamonds take pressure
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| Diamonds take pressure
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| Deep down, we’re all a gold mine
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| You know, diamonds take pressure
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| Diamonds take pressure
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| Deep down, you’re a gold mine
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| You know, diamonds take pressure
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| Diamonds take pressure
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| Deep down, you’re a gold mine
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| You know, diamonds take pressure
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| Diamonds take pressure
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| Deep down, you’re a gold mine
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| You know, diamonds take pressure
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| Diamonds take pressure |