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

Bennett:]
Black boys side of the map
headed, sharing rooms in the back
Back then when Michael wasn't black
But we loved him 'cause Hammer was wack
In Gary, Indiana ain't far the manor
One use soda, other Arm & Hammer
Both had doors, both had broken families
I look at Michael and look at
No samples, of all of that
Franklin, Gucci, and all the trap
When Barney and white tees starter packs
Big bro still moonwalk in all of that
Not looking for fame or an
Or a co-sign or deal, baller pass
And you could put that through the
Chains, rings, bling, never meant a thing to the
Now how is that?
Young bro, he can rap too, he can trap too, I was a pack
Till told me you can do this and rap

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

[Taylor
Daddy got a job at the White
He still in the with the pipes out
Chano didn't get till it's light out
Probably on an ave with the out
I'm runnin' this paper like whiteout
Tryna it up fore' it's lights out
Tryna get the 'fore it's nice out
Tryna get the with the white feel
Used to bands off of night shows
Way bands and Tonight Shows
We was on cameras and
How could we rival? We and Abel, the Bible
You cannot take away vital, is survival
I'm from south of Chicago
We call our our fathers
My homies hustlers and
Most of 'em booked or got up
Growin' up they had it
And I was trippin', Chano got me into the vision
Told me, "Listen, you gon' to make decisions
you make is gon' make a difference
What's vision? How you livin' when you fifty?
Six feet under or sixty up Diddy?
Biggest in the world or in the city?
You can be the if you makin' commission
And my business like a politician
And keep it real if there's no pot to piss in
And love you do, if you don't, you'll regret it
And never give up if you to go get it"

[D.R.A.M. & Elle
You are very
You're too
is special
This I is true
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 it big, fuck a free show
Want a sold out crowd, no hoes
Bad on my dino
That's the life 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 sellin' out shows in my teen
Look, I staking out for days
I think Moses with the waves
I think that Yeezus might've rose
I can hear Victor in the wind
Is it too late to do it all again when repetition is reputation's best friend?
I get off of revenge
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 after record, I'ma wreck one this, 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
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