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I I'mma get it, I just don't know how
Heart up on the stage, in the crowd
Parents always tried me home
But I can't get paid from the crib, so be gone till we on
Whats up, Finally
I had it on my jacket way in high school
Know I wanted to be in them night clubs and not all off in night school
So me and my niggas real life'd it, every week we did cyphers
At the radio, had a crazy flow, man the ain't heard shit like this
I up early on a Saturday
Said I'mma my check and hit some ass today
Hit the bank, my nigga called me "Go rap for Ye
He at the station, rap shit that you rap everyday"
Man, that shit sounds stupid I hang up on his ass
Then called him back like "Fuck, do it"
I didn't even 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 claim she did it (Yeah right)
But under these conditions she was it
Then I hopped up on red eye when I finished
I been gon for five hours, fuck, my head still
Fucked the hotel up, shit she still in it
rest that I be missing, but fuck it I'm on a mission
Flight like 30 minutes, now that's the shit that I hate
Now eight thirty, I'm officially late, for that eight o'clock spot
I know the Program Director hot, but I spit a freestyle up in so cold
That everybody in that bitch forgot, now I'm 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 we ain't got time, but time to time
You gotta make time when it's time for karma to come around
I say "Aye dawg, what you got?", "Aw dawg, Big Sean, a lot
Um, alright, stay young ran the game, man they been
Tryna me get in a maze, leave you minute maid
Um, I'm like a black Eminem, it's a riddle and I'm repping that Michigan
stack my dividends, get my mom a new crib and them
And the bunch just synonyms how he was living in
I ain't even let him finish shit, I I can't lie he was alright
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 what you know about dreams, you know about having faith
In something you can't see, tell me how much do you
you know about feeling something, that you can't even touch
What you know bout smelling something, that you can't even
But the world drives you out, and your gas tank is on E
All the faith that you had, just ain't all the faith you need
All the faith that I have, just ain't all the faith I need
I'm