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I was told to never give up Nigga get up Hold your head up Stack your bread up Do what you gotta do Born in 92 Young nigga sick like the flu Feeling like I'm playing chess Playing, Gotta make a move Nah I don't get enough rest All I know is show and prove I'm in the end zone niggas couldn't fit in my shoes I'm just getting started Me and the beat came together call it Russ and James harden I all I know is hustling and stacking bread I don't get enough sleep to make my bed I don't need handouts I'm into breaking bread Thoughts tofargone my dreams to far ahead (Yeah) Im rolling a selfie that's a blunt to the head (Yeah) I'm still focused you know this Feeling as if I'll never fucking fold shit I'm really nice with the flow Gotta put on a show Make it known I evolved I've grown I want my name set in stone The main thing you search in your phone My potential is limitless We ain't on the timid shit The vibe you can feel that shit (Yeah) Too many scars you can't heal Building blocks of life time to build I'm rhyming that real Play your part you know the deal The flow give you the chills Liquor spills for my niggas who have fallen Just for you imma keep fucking ballin I want it all you gonna see me world touring Take two hits see me in the morning I said I'm woke and you just yawning The money came back as if it's respawning Just happy to be alive every morning Babygirl she foreign But she from around these parts I know sometimes shit get dark But I'll be your light I'll be the spark Just the two of us I ain't talking noes ark If you left me I'd be torn apart My gas to my car before the start You seem to remember everything when we argue oh you smart On point like a dart (Yeah) But you Seam to go off track or off corse Just attention acts of corse Are you serious? I'm asking of corse I'm sick of the back and the forth (Nah) I make you laugh I got the sauce Niggas in your past just took a loss Look at me I'm the captain I'm the boss I don't even need to flex or floss Only want checks involved Smoking papers I want the raw Kobe in the 4th give me the ball Finish the game and I'm off Boding this lane On fire call it propane Lit it I'm getting higher Shitting on you niggas I feel lighter I was told to never give up Nigga get up Hold your head up Stack your bread up Do what you gotta do Born in 92 Young nigga sick like the flu Feeling like I'm playing chess Playing, Gotta make a move I don't get enough rest All I know is show and prove I'm in the end zone niggas couldn't fit in my shoes You couldn't fit in my shoes You couldn't fit in my shoes You couldn't fit in my shoes Nah Nah Nah Nah You couldn't fit in my shoes You couldn't fit in my shoes Yeah
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