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

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

Just to think, last night I was in hugging bitches
Thanking God Almighty were invented
Cause I had a bone
could've come from out the Simpsons man
Who claim she 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 that I be missing, but it I'm on a mission
Flight delayed 30 minutes, now that's the shit that I hate
Now eight thirty, I'm officially late, for that eight o'clock spot
I the Program Director hot, but I spit a freestyle up in there so cold
That everybody in that forgot, now I'm running late for sound check
And I heard the line's already to the lot, out the station
And that's around the time that I got stopped, by shorty tryna rhyme
said we ain't got time, but time to time
You gotta make time it's time for karma to come back around
I say "Aye dawg, what you got?", "Aw dawg, Big Sean, a lot
Um, alright, stay young ran the game, man been afraid
Tryna follow me get in a maze, leave you maid
Um, I'm like a young black Eminem, it's a riddle and I'm repping 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 even let him finish shit, I mean I can't lie he was
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 see, tell me how much do you believe
you know about feeling something, that you can't even touch
What you know bout something, that you can't even breathe
But when the world drives you out, and your gas is on E
All the faith that you had, just ain't all the that you need
All the that I have, just ain't all the faith that I need
I'm