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[D.R.A.M.:]
You are special
You're too

[Taylor
boys south side of the map
Nappy headed, rooms in the back
then when Michael still wasn't black
But we loved him anyway Hammer was wack
In Gary, Indiana far from the manor
One use baking soda, Arm & Hammer
Both had broken doors, both had broken
I look at Michael and at Chano
No samples, examples of all of
Franklin, Gucci, and all the trap
When and white tees were starter packs
Big bro would moonwalk in all of that
Not for fame or an autograph
Or a co-sign or deal, baller pass
And you could put that the polygraph
Chains, rings, bling, never meant a to the king
Now how crazy is
Young bro, he can rap too, he can trap too, I was flippin' a
Chano told me you can do this and rap

[D.R.A.M. & Elle
You are special
You're too
Everyone is
This I is true
When I at you

[Taylor
Daddy got a job at the White
He still in the hood with the out
Chano didn't get home till light out
on an ave with the bikes out
I'm runnin' through this paper like
count it up fore' it's lights out
Tryna get the 'fore it's nice out
Tryna get the peli the white feel
to make bands off of night shows
Way before bands and Tonight
We was on and iPhones
How we rival? We Cain and Abel, the Bible
You cannot take vital, this is survival
I'm from side of Chicago
We call our our fathers
My homies and robbers
Most of 'em or got shot up
up they had it hardest
And I was trippin', Chano got me back the vision
Told me, "Listen, you gon' to make decisions
Everyone you make is gon' a difference
What's vision? How you livin' when you fifty?
Six feet under or up like Diddy?
Biggest in the world or biggest in the
You can be the boss if you makin'
And runnin' my like a politician
And still it real if there's no pot to piss in
And love what you do, if you don't, you'll it
And never give up if you to go get it"

[D.R.A.M. & Elle
You are special
You're too
Everyone is
This I know is
I look at you

[Taylor
Chano got a tour Gambino
I'm still in the hood, King
Hangin' with the G's D Rose
Look at like an ant through a peephole
make it big, fuck a free show
Want a out crowd, no weak hoes
Bad on my dino
That's the life back then, we didn't even
the low, to the dro, to the c-notes
To worship Porsches and
To in class, fuck a diploma
I was out shows in my teen moments
Look, I been out for days
I think Chano with the waves
I that Yeezus might've rose again
I can hear Victor in the wind
Is it too late to do it all again your repetition is reputation's best friend?
I get motivated off of
And I'm the youngest, Michael my kin
Writing like it was a to give
And walking like it was a legend to
And never takin' seconds, record record, I'ma wreck one after this, uh
Ice, ice on the wrist, uh
I was working, a chip, uh
Should worked the nine to six, uh
But music shit a gift, uh
Ice, ice on the wrist, uh
I was working, a chip, uh
Should worked the nine to six, uh
But this music a gift, uh