| Hey, mazel tov and all that good stuff, man
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| This is for all my folks who got legal jobs
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| We beat the odds, you feel me?
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| We ain’t supposed to be here, never thought we see it
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| Now we living proof, tell the world to believe it, yeah
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| Congratulations, thank God we made it
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| They told us we was nothing, now I know they hate it
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| Round of applause, round of applause
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| Congratulations, we beat them odds
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| Round of applause, round of applause
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| Congratulations, we beat them odds
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| I ain’t supposed to be nothing but a dope dealer, but a hope killer
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| Supposed to brag on the guns and the coke kilos
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| Dropping mollies in a coke zero
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| Ashamed of my education, that I’m finally off probation
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| That I quit smoking, got a wife and kids and I’m a real father no faking
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| See I’m a black man who beat them odds
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| Supposed to be locked up with no job
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| Never should of went to college or learned who God is
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| You add it up it’s all odd
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| See I never knew my pops
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| I been abused, ran from the cops
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| I went to school
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| High on them crops
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| Wasn’t a thug, never been shot
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| Running from God man turning my back
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| Never would’ve made it, Marvin Sapp
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| But He opened up my eyes and I can’t look back
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| While they look surprised, I just tip my cap
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| Yeah he did it, he did it
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| He changed me and I’m with it
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| He made me what I’m supposed to be
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| You get close to me, you might get it
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| We ain’t supposed to be here, never thought we see it
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| Now we living proof, tell the world to believe it, yeah
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| Congratulations, thank God we made it
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| They told us we was nothing, now I know they hate it
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| Round of applause, round of applause
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| Congratulations, we beat them odds
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| Round of applause, round of applause
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| Congratulations, we beat them odds
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| I ain’t even supposed to be here
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| I ain’t even supposed to be living
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| The world is set up for me to be dead, broke, or somewhere locked up in prison
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| Yeah, I know they be watching
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| Yeah, I know they be listening
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| Yeah, I know the hip-hop police is probably plotting for me to be missing
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| And cover it up with the cliche okey doe
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| And blame it on the pain pill overdose
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| From the city where they love to hate
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| But I still got love for my homies though
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| They don’t want to see us ball out
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| But we do it anyway
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| Got a mil' in the bank
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| Another two up in the safe
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| Cause I do it everyday
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| Know, know me ain’t no roomies in the A
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| All they say that is I could’ve fool in the A
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| Don’t assume anything
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| I’m a fool with the pay
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| I’ll be goon till your day
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| We ain’t supposed to be here, never thought we see it
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| Now we living proof, tell the world to believe it, yeah
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| Congratulations, thank God we made it
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| They told us we was nothing, now I know they hate it
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| Round of applause, round of applause
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| Congratulations, we beat them odds
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| Round of applause, round of applause
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| Congratulations, we beat them odds
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| I’m supposed to be dead or in jail right now
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| But instead, I’m sharing my gift with the world
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| Now she used to strip at Onyx
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| Working her way through college
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| Tryna put food in her son’s mouth
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| On a pole for them dollars
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| She was looking for some solace
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| Told the Lord, I promise. |
| I’m heading to the hills with my heels on
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| Where the feels ain’t a touch to the billfolds
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| No copping feels from no Uncle Phil’s, just Phil Jackson coach her
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| And get her out that game where they losing they dignity for a Coach purse
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| No skirts just, «Skrr», found another way around a real worth
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| And left that fine establishment
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| It’s like her whole life is having a growth
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| Spurt
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| She out the game and they hate it, mad at her she made it (haters)
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| They ain’t nothing but some shellfish in a bucket
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| Probably get crabs if you touch it
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| Now she graduated from college -- scratch that -- graduated with honors
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| Little man got a little cap and gown, look at him matching his mama, yeah!
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| We ain’t supposed to be here, never thought we see it
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| Now we living proof, tell the world to believe it, yeah
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| Congratulations, thank God we made it
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| They told us we was nothing, now I know they hate it
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| Round of applause, round of applause
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| Congratulations, we beat them odds
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| Round of applause, round of applause
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| Congratulations, we beat them odds
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| So they say, «Reach for the stars»
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| So why do you think I’m doing Reach Records
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| Church Clothes 2
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| The number one co-signer Don Cannon
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| Shout out to the whole academy
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| Mister Thanksgiving what’s up
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| Trendsetter, what’s up, homie?
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| Shout to on
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| Tweezy
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| D. Rich holla at me
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| KE get me right real quick |