| Bruh, I’ve been going since '89
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| I appreciate that you would take the time
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| Always told me I was out of line
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| But respect you get is when you give me mine
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| Thought I was joking, I’m going in
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| Don’t put me against them, I’m gonna win
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| Windy City, a Chicagoan, until the death, if you want it I got it
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| If I’m goin' for the lead, I’ma beat the brakes off
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| I’m Mayweather with hands you can’t just shake off
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| I ain’t bending over for nothing, this Canon, he can’t cough
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| I’m on, givin' them hope to break the chains off
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| Derek already told me to take off
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| Forget what they say, they hate, they ain’t raw
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| You looking at the battle up ahead I ain’t lost
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| His word, you can’t coin or flip, they can’t toss
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| I doubted this for a long time
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| Had me waiting near the phone lines
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| Walk through the doors of opportunities
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| You always told me I should own mine
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| Never right or the wrong time
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| Had me waiting near the phone lines (Yeah)
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| Should I pick up the ring
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| Frodo Baggins with the phone line
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| First I had to get their attention (Yeah)
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| And then I had to get my respect (Yeah)
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| For a long time they ain’t care to listen
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| I got ahead now I’m gunning for the neck
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| Switch back, home team like Bron, king
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| Now I gotta shoot like Kobe
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| I got pull in ya city, my lawd
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| Haters wanna see me weak, like a slow leak
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| I’m in this to win this it’s competition
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| Use to want it so bad I had intervention
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| I’m not hurting for fame or for getting mentioned
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| I’m just whipping the bass, you can check the kitchen
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| Had me trippin' all night with it
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| Distorted vision lost sight with it
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| The Lord had to get right with me
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| Broke me down and put life in me
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| But tell me but really what they know
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| I made it I ain’t got a bankroll
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| I go where the spirit may say go
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| Put all my partners on payroll
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| You don’t even even gotta rep the set
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| Ayy, I put in work 'til my death
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| Ayy, I won’t beg for your help
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| I’m taking shots 'til none left
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| Ooh, yeah you got me, you got me
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| Yeah, I said you got me, you got me
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| Ooh, but that won’t stop me, no stopping (No, no, no!)
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| I ain’t stoppin', no stoppin'
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| Whoa, I had to run it up (Ayy, run it up!)
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| Ayy, I had to run it up (Whoa)
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| I’m saying ooh, yeah, you got me, you got me
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| Ayy, yeah, you got me, you got me
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| Whoa
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| Don’t got times for these haters they won’t get a breath
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| Won’t get a step, I’m lion, a king
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| Seeing the enemy win
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| Seein' a friend of me win, yeah, yeah
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| I guess I need more competition
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| This my kind of composition
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| Rappers be like politicians
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| They lying, I got no pot to piss in
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| I’m pissed so I go to God on my knees
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| Don’t trip, I could see a fraud with ease
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| I’m tripping out, I got a triple now
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| Feeling like Quentin, feeling like quitting
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| But that was last week 'fore Doc hit my line
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| Doubt hit my line like, uh
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| I got no time, I got no skill
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| I got no talent, I gotta pay the bills
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| They wishing me ill, not wishing me well
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| They think that’ll fail, they think that I’m frail
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| I could see it in the eye
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| Jealousy is they demise
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| Yeah, uh
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| I been up for like seven days
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| Dropped the slums and messed up the wave
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| You better die to your hating ways
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| Why? |
| 'Cause I’m blessed up you lames?
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| Like, uh
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| Yeah, you got me, thought you had me, this where I begin
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| See, I been fighting in the trenches tryna be the man
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| If I was down, they said I never would come up again (Up again)
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| So I had to get them back and show them who I am
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| Whoa, I had to run it up (Ayy, run it up!)
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| Ayy, I had to run it up (Whoa)
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| I’m saying ooh, yeah, you got me, you got me
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| Ayy, yeah, you got me, you got me
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| Whoa |