| Came up out the womb a man
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| With everything that you demand
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| You can say I had a plan
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| Way before I had a fan
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| Some will probably call it luck
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| I just call it being blessed
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| You ain’t never did the work
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| But you want to be the best
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| Lately I can never stress
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| Never better better yet
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| Might’ve had a thing for you
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| She know I’m the better bet
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| I degrass I let it rest
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| Go and get another check
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| I could always see my future
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| I bet they can never guess (never guess)
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| Guessin they get it
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| Cuz look at me now and then look at yourself in the mirror
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| I know they doubted my thesis, but they doubted Jesus
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| And right now I’m making it clear
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| Clearly these people don’t know where they going
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| And lately I feel like the man with the map
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| I got this shit out the mud, you can give me the word
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| And I’ll probably give it right back
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| Back of the bus I was scraping the change
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| Back of my head I was living the life
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| Back of my job I was losing the focus for
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| Trying to find ways to get back to the mic
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| All of this working, ain’t working
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| I feel like a liar and I cannot lie to myself
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| I know that you feeling so don’t let me tell you
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| I know that a lot of you know
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| Spilling pieces of a
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| Don’t you know it, I’m the real thing baby
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| And if you don’t make a dollar
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| Then I couldn’t make a real change baby
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| Spilling pieces of a
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| Don’t you know it, I’m the real thing baby
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| And if you don’t make a dollar
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| Then I couldn’t make a real change baby
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| Ay
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| Came up out the womb a giant
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| You were licking, you a client
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| Now you got so much to say
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| I was hurting you was quiet
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| Glory is what glory does
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| So you know the story love
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| Never thought he’d be a legend
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| He was always sure he was
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| You was always «nate saying»
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| Some things never change
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| Spiritually I never age
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| Feeling like eleven grade
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| Junior me, proud of me
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| Standing tall, towering
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| Doing things I never do
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| Before I was living cowardly
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| Sushi rolls, sour D
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| Song 3, hour 3
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| I don’t even go to sleep
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| Know the lord empower me
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| Wake 'em up they sound asleep
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| They gon' hear the sound of me
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| When the money getting up
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| Truly ain’t no doubting me
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| Finally get it cuz look at me now
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| And then looking at me from the picture
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| They probably thought that I needed them
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| Thought I’d keep 'em, they lucky if I even miss 'em
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| Thinking that you got me figured
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| You figured it wrong, but it’s ok I truly forgive you
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| Lately I ain’t got the time to be picking up fights
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| When I’m trying to pay shit from the menu
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| Spilling pieces of a
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| Don’t you know it, I’m the real thing baby
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| And if you don’t make a dollar
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| Then I couldn’t make a real change baby
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| Spilling pieces of a
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| Don’t you know it, I’m the real thing baby
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| And if you don’t make a dollar
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| Then I couldn’t make a real change baby |