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

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

to think, last night I was in Venice hugging bitches
Thanking God Almighty condoms were
I had a yellow bone
That could've from out the Simpsons man
Who she never did it (Yeah right)
But under conditions she was with it
Then I up on that red eye when I finished
I been gon for five hours, fuck, my still spinning
Fucked the hotel up, she probably still in it
rest that I be missing, but fuck it I'm on a mission
Flight delayed like 30 minutes, now the shit that I hate
Now it's eight thirty, I'm officially late, for eight o'clock spot
I know the Program Director hot, but I spit a freestyle up in there so
That everybody in that bitch forgot, now I'm running late for sound
And I heard the line's to the lot, walking out the station
And that's the time that I got stopped, by this shorty tryna rhyme
Manager said we ain't got time, but to time
You gotta make time 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 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 just synonyms about how he was living in
I ain't even let him finish shit, I mean I can't lie he was
But at his age, shit so was I, so him my email on a fly
And if it sound good, I reply uh

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