| No matter what, you can’t take what I’ve been through
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| Imagine if I never went through what I went through
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| Yeah
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| Came, up, uh
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| Ayy, I want more
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| Until I get it, I won’t slow
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| I’m on tour
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| Opening some brand new doors
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| On top, but we came from the floor
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| Do you believe in foresight?
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| (I do, haha, 'cause I can’t ignore life)
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| Look, I wrote this in a hotel the size of a closet
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| Just to show you that I could do it
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| Just to show you that it ain’t much to it
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| If you got your hand out, don’t be surprised when I look at you stupid
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| Where were you when it was me and the music?
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| Don’t compare me to no nigga that I’m better than
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| Still new, but my attitude veteran
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| And ain’t nothing wrong with it
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| Since six I knew I was gon' get it
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| I ain’t working 'til my palms start itchin'
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| Ever since a nigga put a gun to my face
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| That shit do really make you think, yeah
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| I was thinking 'bout my kid, yeah
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| Sixteen, didn’t even have a kid, yeah
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| Them bullets really have you thinking about your unborn
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| Imagine if my whole life was untorn
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| Imagine when that car flip
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| Don’t call it defeating odds it’s-
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| A blessing that I ain’t gone yet
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| I’ve been getting closer to God (yeah)
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| Not a scripture, we been talking direct (straight line)
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| Send for me and I send you closer to God (yeah, word)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m on pace
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| I figured out this shit ain’t a race
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| Up the stakes
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| Got hungry, then I scrape the plate
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| It ain’t hard for me to change my ways
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| Do you believe in foresight?
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| (I do, haha, 'cause I cannot ignore life)
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| Look, the playing field ain’t never been even
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| I ain’t 'bout to make that shit either
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| See em' tryna copy my aura, they some readers
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| Study all you want, but I came up out that freezer
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| Getting bread across the Mediterranean like a pita
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| You a heat seeker, speak up
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| Niggas telling me to speed up
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| You can fit your talent in a B cup
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| Leaders of the new school, I think they need us
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| But first, let me light my weed up
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| My intuition ain’t never led me astray
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| With all this shit on my plate
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| You’d think I’d be running in place
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| But I step to that mirror, look myself in the face
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| Can nobody take my place, said they got me then they flake
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| You can try, you can test, you get sent to the gods
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| I’m a R&B nigga with a hip-hop core
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| Haha, said I’m a R&B nigga with a hip-hop core, yeah
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| We just had to do that, if I don’t rap anywhere on this, people are gon' hate me |