| You should’ve never count me out
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| The people’s champ, the underdog, the hero
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| I’m here to save the day
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| Yuh
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| I’mma out work every one of you
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| 'Till I’m at the top
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| Zealot gang
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| Seven, seven, seven
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| I knew this would happen, a reputation takes patience
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| Perfect practice makes perfect, Jesus told me I’m blameless
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| This is obsession with excellence, every note, every cadence
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| Fighting every temptation, cold as steel and I’m stainless
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| This that world domination, sell like incarceration
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| You go ham, I go bacon
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| I will catch what I’m chasing
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| This is art like a painting
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| Me and God so creative
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| Call me Zaphenath-paneah
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| He told me I’mma make it
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| After this entrance I’m making
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| San Andreas, you shaking
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| I’ll take your favorite rappers job and send that boy on vacation
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| Now his position is vacant, and I am the replacement
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| The last one that they expected King David
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| I remember when my family lived in my grandparents' basement
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| That was back in '03, mama told me I’d be famous
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| She said that people need the Jesus, and they need someone to save 'em
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| Dad told me I’m gifted and that I’m destined for greatness
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| My whole family is praying, the world is watching and waiting
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| I gave my blood, sweat and tears like it was three easy payments
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| I will preach on the pavement, to a sea full of faces
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| Tell 'em Jesus Christ is risen and His grace is amazing
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| Don’t think you hear what I’m saying, I’m so tired of fakin'
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| I’d rather be faithful and fameless than be famous and faithless
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| So many lives have been wasted, 'cause they brainwashed these babies
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| They wanna emulate rappers then they get hit with the cases
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| They get life now it’s over
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| Like the movie done playing
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| And the labels don’t care
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| Just as long as you pay 'em
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| I know that you been through hell
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| I know that your hearts are breaking
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| And it’s so many problems it’s time for somebody to change it |