| One thousand
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| Biz busy on the boards
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| I hear 'em cheering from the sidelines
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| Wait, hold up, I think they hatin'
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| People told me take my time, right?
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| Nah, they tired of waitin'
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| They say «Crae, you sold your soul, man»
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| For real? | 
| Who bought it?
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| «Let the Spirit take control, man»
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| I don’t go nowhere without Him
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| They scared that I’ma cause these babies to stumble
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| They scared that my integrity is gon' crumble, appreciate the prayers
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| But all that pressure either gon' make you humble
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| Or make you hang out on the sidelines, and fear you gon' fumble
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| Put me in coach, ain’t out here flexin' for nobody
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| I was born to do it, God don’t make mistakes and say I’m sorry
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| He ain’t never dropped the ball
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| I don’t never plan to fumble
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| Catch me runnin' with them lions
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| Reggie Bushin' in the jungle
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| Came from nothin'
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| I remember spendin' summers on the corner with my cousin Shootin' dice and
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| playin' dozens
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| Me and BJ in that Cutlass, CD playin' missin' buttons
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| Up at Lincoln High in Dallas with that Jesus Muzik bumpin'
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| Now it’s Joseph graduation
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| Turn on that radio and T-Dot on the station
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| I remember when we used to split the rent up
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| UGK was bangin' loud inside his pickup
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| Wait, let me pick up
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| Back when promoters wouldn’t let me back in
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| 'Less I pay 'em on a back end, that ain’t happenin'
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| We just pray to God that somehow He would let us crack in
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| Tore that door off of them hinges
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| Told us, «Get it crackin'»
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| I hear them cheering from the sidelines
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| People told me take my time, right?
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| Hear 'em cheerin' from the sidelines
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| Hold up, I think they hatin'
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| People told me take my time, right?
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| They tired of waitin'
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| They braggin' they in the buildin'
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| Ain’t building nothin'
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| We out here building the children, you know I love 'em, boy
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| Spit it how I live, feel it in my breath
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| Walking it like I talk, put it to the test
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| Gina, get to steppin, we get to startin'
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| You dream of bein' a king but you watchin' the wrong Martin, Bruh Man
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| This ain’t the fifth floor, it’s the penthouse
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| Either you change your outlook or get out
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| And life ain’t never been a dream, you just oversleepin'
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| If it wasn’t hard work, they probably cheatin'
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| Give that arrogance some rest
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| This ain’t happen overnight, that’s why I do this thing to death
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| I might do this 'till I’m deaf, dumb and blind
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| You know I don’t need my eyes to see my faith working fine
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| Never mind me
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| I ain’t worried about how they define me
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| Long as they can find me they’ll never confine me
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| I hear them cheering from the sidelines
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| People tell me take my time, right?
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| I hear 'em cheering from the sidelines
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| Hold up, I think they hatin'
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| People tell me take my time, right?
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| They tired of waitin' |