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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 from the crib, so be gone till we on
up, Finally Famous
I had it on my jacket way back in high
Know I to be in them night clubs and not all off in that night school
So me and my niggas real life'd it, every we did them cyphers
At the radio, had a crazy flow, man the city ain't shit like this
I up early on a Saturday
Said I'mma cash my check and hit ass today
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 stupid then I up on his ass
Then him back like "Fuck, let's do it"
I didn't even cash my check, man can't my ass pursuit 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

Just to think, night I was in Venice hugging bitches
Thanking God condoms were invented
Cause I had a yellow
That come from out the Simpsons man
Who claim she did it (Yeah right)
But under these conditions she was it
I hopped up on that red eye when I finished
I been gon for five hours, fuck, my head still
Fucked the up, shit she probably still in it
Getting rest that I be missing, but fuck it I'm on a
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 hot, but I spit a freestyle up in there so cold
That everybody in that bitch forgot, now I'm running late for check
And I heard the line's already to the lot, walking out the
And that's around the time I got stopped, by this shorty tryna rhyme
Manager we ain't got time, but time to time
You gotta make time when time for karma to come back around
I say "Aye dawg, you got?", "Aw dawg, Big Sean, thanks a lot
Um, alright, stay young ran the game, man they afraid
Tryna me get in a maze, leave you minute maid
Um, I'm like a young black Eminem, it's a riddle and I'm that 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 finish shit, I mean I 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 see, tell me how much do you believe
What you know about feeling something, that you can't even
What you know bout smelling something, that you even breathe
But when the world drives you out, and your gas is on E
All the faith you had, just ain't all the faith that you need
All the faith that I have, just all the faith that I need
I'm