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

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

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

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