| Pull up a chair, hope this reach yours ears
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| There’s a few ideas care to share, wanna state the world affairs
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| It’s a must I clear the air, to my listeners, prepare
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| Sentences so very rare
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| When I’m alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall
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| In the back of my mind, I hear my conscience call
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| Telling me I’m gon' be great
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| I’m gon' be great
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| I got big dreams, I’ma make it to the top spitting 16s
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| For the love of hip hop, for the love of hip hop
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| Spitting 16s, I got big dreams, I’ma make it to the top
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| Destiny’s children, legacy building, brewing the heat
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| 'til the cup runneth over, kettle he spilling
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| Reks, he fulfilling a promise to daddies and the mommas
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| Pushing strollers instead of pills on corners
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| One day we’ll all be goners
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| Memories for our seeds to hold onto
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| Conjure ways that make your family ties stronger
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| So bonds last longer
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| Unless I long for asphyxiation or hunger
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| My past for others can’t help you with your blunders
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| Aviate in this world when it’s curled under covers
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| To discover dreams deferred, preferred lovers of the genuine letters and numbers
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| And with the feather touch the cusp of greatness
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| Whenever I clutch the papers
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| Soul of the ancient, sometimes the job thankless
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| Sometimes the mind blankness, and empty canvas
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| Maybe Kanye’s got the answers
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| Sneakers deals, appeal’s real
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| Still I’d rather have a message and remain nameless
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| When I’m alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall
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| In the back of my mind, I hear my conscience call
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| Telling me I’m gon' be great
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| I’m gon' be great
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| I got big dreams, I’ma make it to the top spitting 16s
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| For the love of hip hop, for the love of hip hop
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| Spitting 16s, I got big dreams, I’ma make it to the top
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| I’m gon' be great, Í'm gon' be great
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| Golden retrievers holding on the olden meaning
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| Seem if my song has a threat, if he saw it misleading
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| Leaking the aura of vets, better get my shot this evening
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| Hello kitty worth a billion, what a wonderful feeling
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| I barely scratch the surface, tiptoe to touch the ceiling
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| Guess I’m nostalgic thinking the earlier verse is the worst
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| Wordsmith of the 21st century
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| Common era to formulate letters to perforated paper’s edges
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| The safest bet is to never let 'em see strategic measures
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| If you a status get graded for known records
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| Like a pilgrimage to Mecca, respect to the intellectuals
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| 2000 festivals, touring every show
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| Bodybag John Doe, toe tag inevitable
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| Ridicule fools who choose to test the flow
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| Worldwide certified, competition sure to die
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| Surely I stood the times, rewind, close your eyes
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| I’m gon' be great, I’m gon' be great
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| I’m gon' be great, I’m gon' be great
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| I’m gon' be great, I’m gon' be great |