This morning I woke up
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This morning I woke up
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To it from another dream
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I sat up alone in my palace
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Drenched in both sweat
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My blood shut eyes were exposed by the sun raze
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And being that I was alone
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I was all exposed to myself
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The silence that was going in my head
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As I stepped out on the city
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Chico there was a time when nobody believed in me
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I always knew to look above it
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And now, I¡¯m looking above them
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I want them to know about the struggle
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The hussle ,
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And what to they know about adversities anyways
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Ye, I come from the slums, but so what?
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I could repeat it to you a hundred times if I want
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I could write it in a letter
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But nothing will let you know I¡¯m Jefe
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More than my cold silence
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I can¡¯t help that we¡¯re the greatest
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It¡¯s what they put us here for
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And like that
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(Es el mundo)
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We¡¯re gone!
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Es El Mundo (Outro)
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| Young Jeezy |
