(Verse)
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Wake up surrounding by crumbled pages
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Scrolling down Tumblr pages
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For something human, it's called inspiration
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I call it purpose, you call it work, but I call it worthless
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Some niggas work like their calling is to call on the nurses
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Leave your verse inside a funeral home, I never left
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You second guess what I would do for the throne
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I was sixteen, I get cheese to craft me a home
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I packed up a loan, one bedroom and my microphone
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As I hoped to make a living off the beats
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My grandma fell asleep and even she lost here pulse
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My goal became never say, there can't be a better place
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Till you get there, make this a heaven state
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Let us pray, wake up, meditate, break up!
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Medicate, bake up, levitate
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All I need is head and space
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My city reminds me I'm not anything godly
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Just a mix of complexity like I'm Biggie and Gandhi
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And I be
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(Hook)
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Tight as the pants on Will.I.Am
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I'm everything I feel I am
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If I'm not, until I am
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Or wait to the day I feel I am
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Get ready for the real I am
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Real I Am
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