| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Uh, uh, uh
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| Look, look, look
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| It’s like, wow, the shit a nigga gotta go through on a daily basis
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| This the only place to really get it off
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I been hurt, been scarred
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| Securitas supercharged high, got up my guard
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| I’m no gymnast when I tell you that I’m raisin' the bar
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| What’s gon' set you apart? | 
| What’s gon' make you a star?
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| What if I said you were created one?
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| Your time’s finally come and the weight is done
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| Share stages with Wayne and stadiums to the Palladium
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| Pullin' up on all my young homies, still stayin' dangerous
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| Even though they ain’t usin' ropes, they still hangin' us
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| Black men been hurt, been scarred
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| Man, you came out the section before us, none went far
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| It’s no shade, just truth
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| All 'bout my business, Force Ones with the suit
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| You’d be surprised for the loot, what fuck niggas’ll do
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| She rock with me 'cause I provide and don’t throw shit in her face
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| I fuck with her 'cause she take corrections, so humble with grace
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| I thumb through the cake, I rumble with apes
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| I never fumble the play
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| And when I leave, I leave as one of the greats
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| It’s Price
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| I been hurt, been scarred
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| Securitas supercharged high, got up my guard
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| I’m no gymnast when I tell you that I’m raisin' the bar
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| What’s gon' set you apart? | 
| What’s gon' make you a star? | 
| (Make you a star)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
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| What’s gon' set you apart? | 
| What’s gon' make you— (What's gon make you?)
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| A star, yeah, what’s gon' set you apart? | 
| What’s gon' make you a star?
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| It’s the chain of the car?
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| Is it the number of women givin' numbers at the bar?
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| Look, is it goin' fast or is it goin' far?
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| You wanna do it by yourself? | 
| You wanna do it with squad?
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| Choose up, nigga
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| When I wasn’t feelin' my level, I moved up, nigga
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| Everybody that stayed down done moved up with us
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| And everybody else didn’t move
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| I guess a winning team’s discipline is when they lose
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| That’s why I could never lose focus, I kept groovin'
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| Cruisin', even when them hoes started choosin'
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| On dudes with bigger moves and better shoes
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| I learned a long time ago I ain’t got shit to prove
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| To no one but God, and God is in the mirror
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| All around us and in us, food for thought, eat your dinner
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| «Classic Man», I’m Jidenna, a natural born winner
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| In a world where everybody think they ain’t a sinner
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| I watched niggas trip on Kanye when they got they own sins
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| Comment from the sidelines and ain’t got no wins
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| Talk crazy on the internet when they ain’t got no friends
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| And comment on my whips when they ain’t got no Benz
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| It’s all pretend, I been seein' it, I did it
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| Smoked one, went to the moon, and got busy
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| And trust me, wasn’t nobody there but me
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| Looked down on Earth, shit was ugly
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| Niggas all frontin' and pretendin', and they leasin' and they rentin'
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| And they take the truth, bend it, and then rename it winnin'
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| And, nigga, you ain’t foolin' nobody but you
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| Them hoes that you screw and them dummies in your crew
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| But me and you? | 
| The one you come to
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| To get the vibes every time you need something to get you through?
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| I’ma always be here when they clear
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| And when it’s all said and done, just know I told you I’m the one
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| Peace (Peace)
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| I been hurt, been scarred
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| Securitas supercharged high, got up my guard
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| I’m no gymnast when I tell you that I’m raisin' the bar
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| What’s gon' set you apart? | 
| What’s gon' make you a star? | 
| (Make you a star)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
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| What’s gon' set you apart? | 
| What’s gon' make you— (What's gon make you?)
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| A star
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| What’s gon' set you apart? | 
| What’s gon' make you a star? |