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I know I'mma get it, I just don't how
Heart up on the stage, in the crowd
Parents always tried keep me
But I can't get from the crib, so I'll be gone till we on
up, Finally Famous
I had it on my jacket way back in high
Know I wanted to be in them night and not all off in that night school
So me and my niggas real life'd it, week we did them cyphers
At the radio, had a crazy flow, man the city heard shit like this
I woke up on a Saturday
Said I'mma cash my check and hit some ass
Hit the bank, my called me like: "Go rap for Ye
He at the station, rap that that you rap everyday"
Man, shit sounds stupid then I hang up on his ass
Then called him back "Fuck, let's do it"
I didn't even cash my check, man can't believe my ass it
I didn't even have no gas but somehow God lead me to it
Like, "Let's do it"

When I heard the songs he was
Man, I he had to be on G.O.O.D Music

to think, last night I was in Venice hugging bitches
Thanking God condoms were invented
I had a yellow bone
That could've come from out the man
Who she never did it (Yeah right)
But under these conditions she was it
Then I hopped up on that red eye I finished
I been gon for five hours, fuck, my head spinning
Fucked the up, shit she probably still in it
rest that I be missing, but fuck it I'm on a mission
Flight delayed 30 minutes, now that's the shit that I hate
Now it's eight thirty, I'm officially late, for that o'clock spot
I know the Director hot, but I spit a freestyle up in there so cold
That everybody in bitch forgot, now I'm running late for sound check
And I the line's already to the lot, walking out the station
And that's around the time that I got stopped, by this tryna rhyme
Manager said we got time, but time to time
You gotta time when it's time for karma to come back around
I say "Aye dawg, you got?", "Aw dawg, Big Sean, thanks a lot
Um, alright, stay ran the game, man they been afraid
Tryna follow me get in a maze, leave you minute
Um, I'm like a young black Eminem, it's a riddle and I'm repping Michigan
Tryna stack my dividends, get my mom a new and them
And the bunch just synonyms about how he was in
I ain't even let him shit, I mean I can't lie he was alright
But at his age, so was I, so give him my email on a fly
And if it sound good, then I uh

Tell me what you know about dreams, what you know about faith
In something you can't see, tell me how much do you
What you know about feeling something, that you even touch
you know bout smelling something, that you can't even breathe
But the world drives you out, and your gas tank is on E
All the faith that you had, ain't all the faith that you need
All the faith that I have, just ain't all the faith that I
I'm