| Might as well reach for the stars
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| Way up in the air where you belong
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| Might as well reach for the stars
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| Even if you don’t make it, you’ll still be with the great ones, yeah
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| (Yeah)
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| My path, been clear
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| The bottom, been there
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| My plate, gon' share
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| My grind, took years
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| I’ve faced, my fears
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| I’ve passed, my peers
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| I’ve switched, them gears
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| They in, the rear
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| Goin' hard, there no stoppin' him
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| Everyday gotta thank God again
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| Money really ain’t no problem
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| Nigga talk crazy, gon' ride on him
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| Niggas turn they back
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| Then they wanna be on your side again
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| Nigga keep it G like alphabet
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| We ain’t tryna be on the ground
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| Better go for the gusto
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| Way up on the rack, my muscle
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| I’m a get mine’s, it’s always been cutthroat
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| Ten toes to the ground, I must blow
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| On my way up, but I do this for us though
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| Whatever you set your mind to you can do that, do that
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| On the ground, full-time I shine cause I’m puttin' in work nigga true that,
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| true that
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| Ain’t it funny how the world go round
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| Ain’t nothin' new to me under the sun
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| If I did it, Wiz did it, Kray did it, player
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| Put it up on Bone you can get ya some
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| Just take that «can't» up outta your vocab
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| You so bad
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| Tell the world that you can, can
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| Little man, man
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| You gon' land
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| Might as well reach for the stars
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| Way up in the air where you belong
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| Might as well reach for the stars
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| Even if you don’t make it, you’ll still be with the great ones, yeah
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| Might as well reach for the stars
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| Way up in the air where you belong
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| Might as well reach for the stars
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| Even if you don’t make it, you’ll still be with the great ones, yeah
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| Reach for the stars
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| Why not go Mars?
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| We go way too hard
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| Ya’ll niggas still in cars
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| No limit the galaxy ours
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| Shaking these suckas like gravity
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| To the bottom they constantly grabbin' me
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| Let ‘em know, straight face
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| Ya’ll niggas can’t fuck with Kray
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| But I’m on the brand new wave
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| And I know that these niggas beneath me
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| Keep 'em beneath me mane
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| Keepin' the heat, niggas is creepin, I gotta keep the thang
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| They don’t wanna see me shine but the nigga’s so sick with the grind
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| And they don’t wanna see Kray high, so high, I’m scraping the sky
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| Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
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| It’s that Thuggish, Ruggish, Bone
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| Just like I keep my gun on me
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| I keep my hustle on
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| I know what I’m worth and I ain’t wrong
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| Bet I’m in a betterment
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| I bet I’m in a zone
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| Telling me I better take a cut and I’ll be gone
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| Currency, I finna reach for the stars
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| But don’t you worry me
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| Currently, the future of this music starts to worry me
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| That’s all ya’ll, all ya’ll, all ya’ll
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| Cannabis Sativa
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| And Wiz Khalifa ya’ll
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| Might as well reach for the stars
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| Way up in the air where you belong
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| Might as well reach for the stars
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| Even if you don’t make it, you’ll still be with the great ones, yeah
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| Might as well reach for the stars
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| Way up in the air where you belong
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| Might as well reach for the stars
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| Even if you don’t make it, you’ll still be with the great ones, yeah
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| Tell me how far is that you see
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| I’m in another galaxy
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| Fuck Scotty I’mma beam you up then back down, check this reality
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| So that give 'em a full dose of ambition, that’s ammunition
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| That click and that clack don’t stop it’s that drug I’m cookin' in the kitchen
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| How many pounds a day?
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| Maybe get few keys of yay
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| Ya’ll heard but they sound like they say
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| Ya’ll fuck around, they don’t play
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| Everyday, it’s a special occasion
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| Everyday, it’s a celebration
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| Everyday, a brand new creation
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| Everyday, got a brand new hater
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| Rewind, rewind
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| You can get the state of mind
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| And then never give in to it
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| Speak into existence
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| Put more weight on the best life, live relentless, (relentless)!
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| Do the most, do the most
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| And if I’m close, I never think lose
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| Never think lose
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| Not this dude
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| And if it comes 'round to it, do it
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| Stand in my way, and I’m a show how we do it, do it
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| Thugs us no play, no conscience leave 'em all clueless
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| I do this, do this. |
| Go against the goal. |
| Need I say? |
| That’s foolish
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| Rope-a-dope style on the ropes
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| Better than me then prove it
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| (Twinkle, twinkle)
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| (Twinkle, twinkle)
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| (Twinkle, twinkle)
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| (Twinkle, twinkle)
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| (Twinkle, twinkle)
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| (Twinkle, twinkle)
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| (Twinkle, twinkle)
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| (Twinkle, twinkle) |