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

Bennett:]
Black boys south of the map
Nappy headed, rooms in the back
Back then when Michael still black
But we loved him anyway Hammer was wack
In Gary, Indiana ain't far the manor
One use baking soda, Arm & Hammer
Both had broken doors, both had broken
I look at Michael and at Chano
No samples, of all of that
Franklin, Gucci, and all the trap
When Barney and white tees starter packs
Big bro would moonwalk in all of that
Not looking for fame or an
Or a co-sign or deal, baller pass
And you put that through the polygraph
Chains, rings, bling, meant a thing to the king
Now how crazy is
Young bro, he can rap too, he can too, I was flippin' a pack
Till told me you can do this and rap

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

[Taylor
Daddy got a job at the House
He still in the with the pipes out
Chano didn't get home it's light out
Probably on an ave the bikes out
I'm runnin' this paper like whiteout
Tryna count it up it's lights out
Tryna get the Nikes 'fore nice out
Tryna get the peli with the feel
Used to 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 take away vital, this is survival
I'm from south side of
We call our our fathers
My hustlers and robbers
of 'em booked or got shot up
Growin' up they had it
And I was trippin', Chano got me into the vision
Told me, "Listen, you gon' have to make
Everyone you is gon' make a difference
What's your vision? How you livin' you fifty?
Six feet under or up like Diddy?
Biggest in the world or biggest in the
You can be the boss if you commission
And my business like a politician
And still keep it real if no pot to piss in
And love you do, if you don't, you'll regret it
And never up if you want to go get it"

[D.R.A.M. & Varner:]
You are very
special too
Everyone is
This I know is
I look at you

[Taylor
got a tour with Gambino
I'm still in the hood, King
with the G's like D Rose
Look at life an ant through a peephole
Tryna make it big, a free show
Want a out crowd, no weak hoes
Bad on my dino
That's the back then, we didn't even know
the low, to the dro, to the c-notes
To worship and casinos
To dreamin' in class, fuck a
I was out shows in my teen moments
Look, I been staking out for
I think Chano with the waves
I think Yeezus might've rose again
I can Victor howlin' in the wind
Is it too to do it all again when your repetition is reputation's best friend?
I get off of revenge
And I'm the youngest, Jackson my kin
like it was a message to give
And walking it was a legend to live
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
have 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 have the nine to six, uh
But this shit a gift, uh