[Intro:]
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In the grand scheme of things
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We never were supposed to have shit
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Born to lose, built to win
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Folarin
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Let's get it in
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[Hook:]
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We ain't supposed to never have nothing
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We ain't supposed to never have shit
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See the growth in my rhymes
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See my focus ain't on them
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[Verse 1:]
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Nah, at the top is just us, right
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Let's get it
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PRPS, something nice you ain't know 'em
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Givenchy, but no kilt, mi amor
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We can't leave, but we love the allure
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Hold mine down and stay above what you on
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On, I'm appeased and obliged
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Scorpio freaks quantity Gemini
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I'm a need me a light
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Ridin' through the cap, Cap STEEZ on the mind
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I ain't know him but I wish I did
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Each one, teach one, may the youth live
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On that, Joey Bad please hold your head
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Lost one last summer, livin' ain't fair
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While them niggas scared, we forever in
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Hates see you smile, money everywhere
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Dream killers out, I see them in the rear
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Before I put them in a song, put them in a prayer
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Amen
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2:]
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Yeah, I'm focused, it's Folarin here
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I reckon your barbershop talk of this
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Heavenly father, may the spirit of God
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Help whoever at odds get your guidance quick
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All we need Keisha, all we need Becky
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All we need is God, and fed free fetti
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My little buddy lives strong, young nigga peddle
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He ain't make it in the leagues, so the streets wed him
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Gettin' wet up on the corner in whatever weather
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Boy see the jail again, he gonna see the devil
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Been a week since he seen his mother
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And 18 since he seen the other
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I'm a pray for him
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It's safe to say, he got some pain within
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It ain't too much that I can say to him
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Cause my bank statement don't relate to him
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
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I was so fresh, so clean when I stepped on that scene
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Pulled up Aston Martin, you could ask them ya'll seen
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When I came through this bitch
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Paper tagging on lean
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Baddest bitch in the game
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Nigga that was ya'll dream
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Hold up, let me get a feel
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Like Jack say hold up
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I don't feel these niggas, nah
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Hey Wallace
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[Verse 4: Wale]
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Yap, what's the problem? I'm focused
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I'm Kobe, I kill these niggas
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I ain't scared of these niggas
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Getting higher than Shaquille O'Neal
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Field Goal Percentage
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Yeah me nigga
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Till the brokest nigga with got a mill plus interest
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Meek keep living
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Get em
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[Verse 5: Meek Mill]
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When I was dead broke used to always tell myself I'mma still be the shit
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'Til my P.O she locked me up
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I'mma do the time come home and still be this rich
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Still see the bricks, I'mma still be a Mitch
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Got these RICO shit tryna kill me and shit
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Hol' up, tryna kill me and shit
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Let me get the flow back, I was killing this shit
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We was killing them strips, drop heads - no ceiling shit
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Ain't talking 'bout Wayne, bitch I'm talking them things
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300 and change got a million in whips
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Nigga
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[Hook]
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[Outro]
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Started from the bottom nigga
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But now we grinding till the law come get us
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For the money and them commas nigga
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But can't forget about vagina nigga
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Started from that bottom nigga
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But now I got it it's a problem nigga
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For that money and them dollars nigga
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And I ain¡¯t rich but I'm still shining nigga
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I'm still shining nigga
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I'm still shining nigga
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Shining nigga
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We still shining nigga
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Shining nigga
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We still shining nigga
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Shining nigga
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Let me shine my nigga
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Heaven's Afternoon
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Wale |