| The Willingham, last name first and
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| Mic, when I hold one of them. |
| Its closed curtains
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| To motivate many is a brovas whole purpose
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| Try to take 'em high, opposite of below surface
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| Alotta soul, plus I write them solid gold verses
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| Learned this before I turned 6, no one is perfect
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| Sometimes I wonder is it all even worth it
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| Frustrated. |
| Pain, still hurting
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| I’m working, researching.
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| A breakbeat surgeon
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| I hate fake people make me wanna start cursing
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| I can’t stand bull, like a brovas half turkish
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| I’m sure, yup. |
| Got damn certain
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| I landed on this planet determined to put work in
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| Ain’t nobody give me nothin cuz I earned it
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| Mom & pops own, and over the years I’ve learned that
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| Hook
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| Even if I failed at first I’m still gonna try
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| And I gotta-
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| Build over time
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| The grind, I am-
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| Still on mine
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| Ahhhhhhhhh
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| 2nd verse
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| Aiiight, yell it out. |
| plus I gotta tell 'em bout
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| All the times I ain’t have a dime and I was feeling doubt
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| In my chest, yes, so depressed and I was in a drought
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| Got a whole lot of ideas, but I’m trynna get 'em out
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| -lemme tell ya
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| A failure, nahh. |
| I break barriers raw
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| So how I carry it is serious yall
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| I might appear to be small, but step to 'em and u’ll see
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| I’ve channeled my chi, just like the master Bruce Lee
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| Hands moving in slowmo, trained in the dojo
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| Remainz is the emmo. |
| So eventually we get month
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| In for the long haul so in life
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| We keep the tempo, simple
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| So let’s g-o- and let them know, you know I know that
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| Hook (repeat)
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| 3rd Verse
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| Lemme tell you-
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| Exactly what I’m all about and
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| Fam, now where would I be if I was witout them
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| Somewhere strugglin & hustlin hard
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| I put my trust in God, besides that I fear nothing
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| Up against tremendous odds, but I know.
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| That nothing comes easy, its called survival
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| Why should I be tired fo, when gials are unnacomplished
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| Just living and walkin wit a purpose
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| Prospering off what I’ve learned I gotta earn my crown then
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| The bread’ll keep piling, I’m determined, brown and
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| I’m proud as the lion & the pack he was down with
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| My drive, experienced like it was mileage
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| The earth is round, I go beyond where the clouds is
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| I’m trynna rock crowds somewhere up in the thousands
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| Been down, since up was outta range
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| Alotta pain, gotta gain, not a game, alotta ways, I became
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| A modern king humble of today see
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| I take speach seriously, cuz your words reach
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| The whole world if u’re doing it right
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| We make a difference, my mission, upliftment, u wit it?
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| Cool. |
| Let’s get it, I’ll be willing to the finish
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| Very vintage and I carry lyrics, strength in every sentance
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| Studying this like a college and
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| U’ll never catch me following or borrowing, I’ve got to send. |
| this one out. |