[Verse 1]
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See now my cup is full, my vibe is boosted
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My fate is undecided, but it's going down the way that I choose it
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Living life up on the stage and it's like I'm on display
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And the fans coming through when they know every word to the songs that I fucking play
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Bang the speakers out plus tears are leaking out
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Girls in the crowd are freaking out, labels reaching out
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Buzz is peaking out, when I'm doing everything I dreamed about
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Man, I think I'm on one, saw the easy route, took the long one
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And now they ain't ready for this crazy white boy
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Running through the rap game like Donkey Kong
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Cause I be super smashing them I'm back with a rap attack
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I'm homegrown and I grew the roots and it's about damn time that I flew the coop
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So mother fucker let me show you what this dude could do
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Going through the roof and I'm gonna hold my own
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CT down to the bones, so anywhere I'm going you know I'm coming back
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Because as they say, ain't no place like home so then I'm gone
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[Hook]
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Ride on...yeah
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Baby, where you wanna go
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Got my foot up on the pedal till the sun goes down
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I just hop up in the driver's seat and
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Ride on...yeah
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Baby, where you wanna go
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We be riding, we be riding
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We be riding, yeah we be riding on
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[Verse 2]
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I'm here to do my thang, so what you really know about that shit
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Good kid in a fucked up game, suitcase still packed from the last trip
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Like this and I feel alright, turned around my life
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Started from the bottom, now I'm in the middle
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Sitting first class on a flight and I still got fight
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As long as I got a mic I'll recite the type of hype shit that'll spark ignite
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And set the world on fire when I give it a light
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You never heard of one like this in your life because I go so hard
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Got these bars on me, baby, I'm a super star and the bass go roar
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Like I got Simba trapped in the trunk of my car
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R-R-Roger that the rhyme is back, stepping on the gas pedal when I write a track
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Real shit, anybody that deny the facts, fuck you, ain't nobody got time for that
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Ain't nobody got time for that shit, the same kid crashing Datpiff
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Is back to the smack the world off it's axis
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I'm in the game now, you better go home and practice
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Firework in the sky bitch, get so high, fuck around and hit a pilot
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I'm just feeling like it really is my time, this rhyme shit ain't for the weak
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Don't try this, at home if you ain't ready for the life, this game ranks whether or not you like it
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So I'm telling you all the ups and downs so you can see the world I'm in, looking through my eyelids
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[Hook]
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Ride on...yeah
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Baby, where you wanna go
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Got my foot up on the pedal till the sun goes down
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I just hop up in the driver's seat and
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Ride on...yeah
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Baby, where you wanna go
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We be riding, we be riding
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We be riding, yeah we be riding on
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[Verse 3: Rittz]
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I came close to being on and as a got I could of made it
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Frustrated with the industry, how can I motivate it
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Feeling like the only loser that my parents pro-created
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Watching homies that associated with me goin wait it
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So it's my turn for the mic
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But I saw my nigga so elated
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I was jaded, when I made it, it was hard to believe
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Even harder for me not to wear my heart on my sleeve
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But, people judging me in the public
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And I started to read, the comments underneath my video, my skin is thick enough
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It's hard to describe the feeling when somebody telling me that my music got them through when they were feeling like giving up
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He standing right in front of me tearing up
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Cause he enough with his girlfriend and they breaking up
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He breaking up, playing my music it helps to lighten the blow
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Player wishing to sleeping like 20 times in a row
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Mouthing the lyrics when they hear it getting hype at the show, I love it
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Ain't got no money, but I'm getting through
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Gotta remind myself, time to time when I get in a depressing mood
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I'm getting papers
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Light in piece of hell I deserve and I serve
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Thinking they crude, they look at my dressing room
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1,000 miles away they want an autograph
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He said he like my deep records and my party tracks
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I scribble things across the b |