| I remember how you counted me out, and you said I couldn’t do it
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| Now I’m number one with a bullet
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| My head up in the clouds like I’m living in the sky
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| Me head up in the clouds like I’m living in the sky
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| I remember how you said, I ain’t shit, and I’m never gonna make it
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| Now I’m on, I know you can’t take it
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| My head up in the clouds like I’m living in the sky
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| Me head up in the clouds like I’m living in the sky
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| Come toast a cup with us, life is on the up and up
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| Tearing down stages in my ray bans… button ups
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| Now half the nation on a pace to come fuck with us
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| My rhymes are like museum exhibits you can’t touch this stuff
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| Never got a chance to chose how my life began
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| But best believe im the author of how my life’ll end
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| Reality is tough be careful when you pretend
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| And the world’s forever shady be careful who you befriend
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| Now days seems we’ve lost moral value
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| The more promiscuous you are the more they wanna crowd you
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| And when you’re on the ground everybody wanna doubt you
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| Then you hit the sky everybody claims they found you
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| Other rappers tell you get the dollar get the cream
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| I’ll show you how to turn that fuckin dollar to a dream
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| Just park that damn bently on the side and quit your crying
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| Cuz real humble niggas get to flyin'
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| This is how it be when your posse is tough
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| You run up in the office like you’re rocky… what?
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| Put a fist in 'em, let em know you’re spittin' venom
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| Let 'em know you ain’t just about polos and demin
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| It ain’t just about your, talent or your gift cause
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| Most people wouldn’t know a pole if it hit 'em
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| They dont know limits, 'til they’ve nose dove in it
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| They don’t know accidents until their volvo’s spinning
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| Yellow gold, white gold, no fake gold
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| Rose gold, I attract attention like the rose bowl
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| High rides, low lows, hydrolic flows I
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| Design my bounce like it’s bullet proof yo, hoes
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| Used to call me 'Y' dash next to the 'O' so
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| Hood for the promo, clever with the logo
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| But we all know that my heat makes the dough grow
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| So now you know, matter of fact, now you know know |