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

[Taylor
Black south side of the map
Nappy headed, sharing in the back
then when Michael still wasn't black
But we loved him anyway Hammer was wack
In Gary, ain't far from the manor
One use soda, other Arm & Hammer
Both had broken doors, both had families
I look at Michael and at Chano
No samples, of all of that
Franklin, Gucci, and all the trap
When Barney and white tees were packs
Big bro still moonwalk in all of that
Not looking for fame or an
Or a or record deal, baller pass
And you could put that the polygraph
Chains, rings, bling, meant a thing to the king
Now how crazy is
Young bro, he can rap too, he can trap too, I was flippin' a
Till Chano told me you can do and rap

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

[Taylor
got a job at the White House
He still in the hood the pipes out
Chano didn't get home till it's out
on an ave with the bikes out
I'm runnin' through paper like whiteout
Tryna count it up it's lights out
Tryna get the Nikes 'fore it's out
Tryna get the peli with the white
Used to make off of night shows
Way bands and Tonight Shows
We was on cameras and
How could we rival? We Cain and Abel, the
You take away vital, this is survival
I'm from south side of
We our brothers our fathers
My homies and robbers
Most of 'em or got shot up
Growin' up they had it
And I was trippin', Chano got me back the vision
Told me, "Listen, you have to make decisions
Everyone you make is make a difference
What's your vision? How you when you fifty?
Six under or sixty up like Diddy?
Biggest in the world or biggest in the
You can be the boss if you makin'
And runnin' my business a politician
And still keep it real if there's no pot to in
And love what you do, if you don't, you'll it
And give up if you want to go get it"

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

Bennett:]
Chano got a with Gambino
I'm in the hood, King Gyros
with the G's like D Rose
Look at like an ant through a peephole
Tryna it big, fuck a free show
Want a sold out crowd, no weak
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 Porsches and
To dreamin' in class, fuck a
I was sellin' out in my teen moments
Look, I been out for days
I think Chano with the waves
I think that Yeezus rose again
I can hear Victor howlin' in the
Is it too late to do it all again when your repetition is reputation's best
I get off of revenge
And I'm the youngest, Michael my kin
Writing it was a message to give
And walking like it was a to live
And never takin' seconds, record after record, I'ma wreck one this, 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
Ice, ice on the wrist, uh
I was working, a chip, uh
Should have worked the to six, uh
But this shit a gift, uh