| Reality’s harsh, so I dream through it
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| Try to give exhale, and I just breathe through it
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| See I can make a hit, no thing to it
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| But all y’all do is miss, no ring to it
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| What I bring to it’s like sheet music that he wrote
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| I’m F’in sharp but the lines have brought
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| Me nothing but some C notes
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| My girl ass never be flat, yo girl look like a minor
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| I’ve been unemployed forever, but this 'bout to get me higher
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| To the sky-er, now I test my wings
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| I got Victoria’s Secret angels doing devilish things
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| Tryna mess with a king they say I mainly model
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| But I’mma get into acting
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| I say go break a leg, you might just get casted
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| And they asking why XV?
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| At 15 I started rapping. |
| Most of us don’t see 21
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| So when I was young I made it happen
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| Now look they eyes. |
| I’m 26 and I’m fly
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| I’m reloaded, I’m reloaded and I’m aimin' til I…
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| Sky high, that’s where we aim
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| We just shootin' for the stars like
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| BANG, BANG, BANG
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| Riiiiight, it will never change
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| The sky is where we aim like
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| BANG, BANG, BANG. |
| (x2)
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| Jackasses thought I was done, hoping I crash in fire
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| Still amazed at all the ones that these raps inspire
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| Sweet as driving Miss Daisy but streets be driving me crazy
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| So I’m feeling just like De Niro in Taxi Driver
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| Watching the growth, you see the flow, you see the shows get live-r
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| What I gave em was dope, but my new shit get you higher
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| I was Richard Pryor to my dreams of Brewster’s millions
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| Now I refuse and let a few fans be my ceiling
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| A Kansas kid with small town hardships
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| But flew around those big cities, I’m like Clark Kent
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| Astronaut dreams, yeah we knew 'em since
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| So I brought my camp, yeah my crews in tents
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| We gotta have it, see those stars and gotta grab it
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| Goofy nigga with a bad bitch. |
| I think I’m Roger Rabbit
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| But I ain’t framing a thing but them plaques I get with my rhymes
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| I’m reloaded, I’m reloaded and I’m aiming til I’m… |