| Skydiving, hoping my pilot land and my 'chute is good
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| And my show went well and my cheque about to go to the hood
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| If I die before I can make change, 'least I made a tape
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| And I pray someday, you’re inspired by it and make your way, look
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| It’s some legends gone, so I’m paying homage, they paved the way
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| And them stars aligned, I know they be on, I bet they in space
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| I might buy a trailer, we taking this bitch across the states (Sab!)
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| All aboard, it’s just like the Green Line, we finally off the train
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| Sole heir to the booth, you can let the fans take a vote
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| Get the bread, then take a loaf
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| I just put the work in then take a load, off
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| Gotta butter bread like some toast
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| Wrote a bucket list and approached
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| Then they said that one, like my last one
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| And they been waiting since my last one
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| And look what happened, yeah, ayy
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| 'Cause I mean it, if I doubt it, then I did it
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| If I caught it, then I dish it, how I started, how I finish
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| Show a hater, that impossible’s what we major
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| I cross another one off that paper, 'cause I don’t believe in that caper
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| Ayy, I come from the bottom, but a nigga feeling grateful
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| My life wasn’t fatal, swear I must got angels
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| I know that the sun’ll come up anytime the rain go
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| I been in the rain, though, they said what I can’t do
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| I come from the bottom but a nigga feeling grateful
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| My life wasn’t fatal, swear I must got angels
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| I know that the sun’ll come up anytime the rain go
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| I been in the rain, though, they said what I can’t do (Huh!)
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| I’m mountain-climbing—that's never seen on this part of town
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| Hot-air balloon on my wedding day, getting off the ground
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| If I’m back at school, shit, I’ll commute, maybe try to dorm
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| Just wrote a book on how not to fit into social norms
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| I ain’t never smoke, fuck it? |
| Why not? |
| Guess I’m trying pot
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| Might just say, «Fuck it,» get my hair cut and say bye to the locks
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| Yeah, yeah, this for all of my hood homies
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| Fuck, give in—it feel good, don’t it?
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| Look at all the shit you accomplished
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| Heard money make the world go round
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| Thirsty for it, hope you don’t drown
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| I believe it, do not doubt
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| Head high, no, not down (Sab!)
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| Yeah, thinking outside them squares
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| Whole world know what it is
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| Scratching off my bucket list
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| Aty, I come from the bottom but a nigga feeling grateful
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| My life wasn’t fatal, swear I must got angels
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| I know that the sun’ll come up anytime the rain go
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| I been in the rain, though, they said what I can’t do
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| I come from the bottom but a nigga feeling grateful
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| My life wasn’t fatal, swear I must got angels
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| I know that the sun’ll come up any time the rain go
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| I been in the rain though, they said what I can’t do (Oh!)
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| I got a gift to give
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| Just like this life we’re living
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| Only a flash across the sky
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| Just an increment of time
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| What will you do with yours? |
| Oh
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| I know what to do with mine
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| Even when the lights go out
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| Still they never die
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| Hmm, alright, I knew you was gonna hit me up or whatever 'cause I know you miss
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| me. |
| You already know who this is. |
| It’s your ex or whatever. |
| I ain’t finna' say
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| my name for these thirsty ass b—(*bleep*) but I’m gon' give you my bucket list
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| and it consists of beating your motherf—(*bleep*) ass, fina-fucking-lly,
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| with your ugly ass |