[Intro]
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Finally Famous in this..
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[Verse 1]
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It's crazy how they think you got it all figured out
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Just because your bank account gets all figured out
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Next time somebody try and tell you how to run your shit
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And they ain't major shit
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Do yourself a favor: kick 'em out.
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Eat good and do that, you'll live a long life
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I always say long days is better than long nights
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At least in the day you've got shade
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In the night its all shadows, don't get caught at wrong lights
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I wish somebody would have told B.I.G. that before March ninth
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I used to think there's no such things as wrong rights
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'Till my stepbrother brought home them extra groceries
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Extra cheese, now mom could make her special recipe
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But I didn't know it was off of infested streets
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Now he the reason I've got to walk with my little niece to go eat
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I guess that's the hunger that got me out
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At the top of hotel suites renting the lobbys out, you know?
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Stuntin' like a bitch, prime night me out
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And the girl I've wanted since ninth grade trying to route
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That was back when I was seventeen
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It's crazy though, cause even then I thought I had it all figured out
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2]
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It's crazy how much that you can see with your eyes closed
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'Specially if you've got a vision
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Or how you could have everything
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And still think about everything missing
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Like I probably remember the times I missed out on
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More than the ones I lived
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I probably remember the girls that I ain't have
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More than the ones I did
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But I remain a two timing, one girl on the way
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Two lyin and one bed-never too tired
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Smoke so much I need two lighters
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Shoppin overseas I do buy it, who higher?
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They taught me that I had to dream, black history month
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I wake up and treat the day like stack history month
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I'm talkin' Malcolm Flex, Jessie Rackson
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Front of the plane: I'm Rozay Parks
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SUV swervin like it's O.J.'s car, oh
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To me and my dogs is all gettin out
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Somewhere in the club probably all liquored out
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Finna take extra shots for my dogs missin' out
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That keep remindin' me at the same time
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That I still ain't got it all figured out
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Fact, the only thing I really figured out
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Is that I'll never have it all figured out, fuck.
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Even when your bank account is all figured out
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Even when your bank account gets all figured out
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Even when your best friend gets all trickered out
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Even when it.. all of it... when you still ain't got....
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[Outro]
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Today I woke up and realized every day gets shorter
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Every minute turns into the longest second, yet never ending
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Age is nothing but a reminder and it doesn't tell you
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How old or young minded someone is
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Cause we all started at the same starting point of a woman's legs
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But each have our own finish line
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Understand it never ends, and the only way to be immortalized
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Is to be remembered, hopefully from right to wrong
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Better to be in the hall of fame than shame
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Whether it exists for what you do or not
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We create this world so we make what exists
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It isn't about the award, it's about the award of being immortalized
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And remembered for all the right reasons
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Mistakes are forgotten, no footprints of any missteps
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So when it's so late that it's early
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And you need a drink even though the bar's closed
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Remember why you do what you do
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For the coldest drinks, the fastest cars, luxury
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The adrenaline rush of creating what you think about
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With who thinks about you:
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Your family, your team
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The joy of looking back and saying that you did it
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Winning the game: hall of fame
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All Figured Out
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Big Sean |