(Intro)
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Blind Prisoner: You do not fear death. You think this makes you strong. It makes you weak.
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Bruce Wayne: Why?
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Blind Prisoner: How can you move faster than possible, fight longer than possible without the most powerful impulse of the spirit: the fear of death.
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Bruce Wayne: I do fear death. I fear dying in here, while my city burns, and there's no one there to save it.
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(Intro 2)
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There comes a time
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In every man¡¯s life
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We have to step up
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I mean¡¦ you work hard, dedicate yourself, you pay dues
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To get to a certain point
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But then that point comes
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And you realize there¡¯s so much more to accomplish
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So you journey out
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In this case¡¦ cross seas
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From London to the States
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And so it begins
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(Verse 1)
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It's do or die
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I'm screaming do
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Sometimes I lie to women, but I am the truth
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Tell money count me in, haters count me out
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If I ain't top 5 you're either dumb or can't count
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A blind man could see I'm on some neck shit
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See that deal he just signed I rejected
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Defensive, be offended
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I'm just such a trendsetter
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Plus I think a little bigger
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Hence I do a little better
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I get cake like it's my birthday
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Cheating on my vocab, that's what you call wordplay
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To move Stateside, mmm, yeah I'll take a hundred
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I'll come back, make 100, I'm just keeping it 100
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You're too busy calculating what my flaws is
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If money makes the world go round, you niggas paused it
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Critically criticized you couldn't do better
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Call me big headed, but I fit this new era
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Real G's respect my hustle, let's keep it real G
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If you ain't happy for me now you never will be
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Now you've heard my mistakes don't make the same ones twice
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The best advice that I can give, is don't take advice
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¡®Cause they will steer you wrong, to interrupt your drive
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Put a spanner in your works before you reach your prime
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Everyone that ever shot me down for not making grime is now
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Not making grime, I'm just ahead of my time
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But I still got the flow, grounded
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Fly as fuck, but still grounded
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I can't stuck to one genre, switch styles like outfits
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Bad luck like 3 sixes
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Pussy nigga your locked up
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Penthouse suit, your girl, sex in the air, we fucked up
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Sativa for my bretha, swish a roll of that reefa
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Them boy there don't fuck with us, we don't fuck with them either
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Grand Hustle my team strong, my team's on, what's your team on?
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Cash motto- two words, cruel start and I'll move first
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Move first, step in the way get moved first
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Diss me, no treatment, directors will shoot first
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Shoot first, Hustle Gang we on one
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Fuck you, sprinting quick, I can't see you in the long run
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I'm on Ciroc! I'm on tequila
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I'm so UK, Call me Ribena
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Pack my bags and hit the A, yeah I put my heart in
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If I don't crack the states fly me home in a casket!
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(Outro)
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Hustle Gang
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Life¡¯s just a gamble
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I only win bets
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Yes
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Chip, it¡¯s yo time!
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Now ready?
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Letter To London (Intro)
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Chip |