| When I think, about all the things I’ve been through
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| I never would’ve made it, I never would’ve made it without you
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| A tree can’t grow or bear fruit without roots
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| Without you here to hold me
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| Oh I
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| Never would’ve, made it
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| Oh
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| Made it, I know
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| For you you for you you
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| Made it without your love
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| Never would’ve made it
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| Lost sometimes, I won sometimes
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| Face my fears, can’t run from mine
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| All the times I crossed the line
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| All y’all thought I lost my mind
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| Asked no permission, just forgiveness
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| They kill the messenger, judge the witness
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| Your bad decisions bad for business
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| Offending everybody but you’re mad defensive
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| Never take em shopping you just be bagging bitches
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| Couple magazine covers, I gotta lot of issues
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| You fucked up the vibe, you rubbed people wrong
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| I ain’t gon lie, that night I was rolling and I was stoned
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| Was it vanity, fair, I had a point tho
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| But really I shot myself in the foot like Tory, yo
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| Hurt people hurt people I’ve been on both sides
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| Found worth in a Bentley, I ain’t rock me no bow ties
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| You won’t find self love in a check stub
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| Ain’t no happy ending to that back rub
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| We was down down baby now we back up
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| I don’t put it on the boss but I stack up
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| Never in a million years, they would’ve thought we’d be millionaires
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| I throw my hands up in the air cuz my grandmomma still in prayer
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| Never in a million years, they would’ve thought we’d be millionaires
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| And my hands still in the air cuz my grandmomma still in prayer
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| Everybody noticed that I was super bogus
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| Couldn’t afford a Ford but I was super focused
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| Trapping out my momma basement was bagging eigths then
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| Maybe I’d get my own place if I could get some placements
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| Fast forward to encores, on packed tours
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| Fast cars, Scott Storch and passports
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| Should’ve bought a crib, could’ve paid cash for it
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| Instead I took it to crazy girls and made em dance for it
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| I know you going crazy girl, your student loans stupid
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| Lot of niggas shooting at you but ain’t no Cupids
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| In overdrive working overtime for the baby
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| Don’t let a nigga with no car drive you crazy
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| Made some millions
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| Lost some millions
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| Been the hero
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| Been the villain
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| Diamonds up, it’s la familia
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| Real recognize real
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| Y’all not familiar
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| Never in a million years, they would’ve thought we’d be millionaires
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| I throw my hands up in the air cuz my grandmomma still in prayer
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| In spite of anything you hear while I’m here let me clear the air
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| Cuz of you I am somebody I needed somebody to be somebody
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| You make me feel like I could be somebody
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| You make me feel like I could be somebody
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| Somebody (somebody)
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| Somebody Somebody
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| Somebody Somebody
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| Somebody Somebody
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| Somebody Somebody |