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

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

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

[Taylor
Daddy got a job at the White
He in the hood with the pipes out
didn't get home till it's light out
Probably on an ave with the out
I'm runnin' through this 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
to make bands off of night shows
Way before and Tonight Shows
We was on and iPhones
How could we rival? We and Abel, the Bible
You cannot away vital, this is survival
I'm from south side of
We call our brothers our
My hustlers and robbers
Most of 'em booked or got up
Growin' up had it hardest
And I was trippin', Chano got me back into the
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 sixty up like
Biggest in the or biggest in the city?
You can be the boss if you commission
And my business like a politician
And keep it real if there's no pot to piss in
And love what you do, if you don't, regret it
And give up if you want to go get it"

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

[Taylor
got a tour with Gambino
I'm still in the hood, King
Hangin' with the G's like D
Look at like an ant through a peephole
Tryna make it big, fuck a show
Want a sold out crowd, no hoes
Bad on my dino
That's the life back then, we didn't even
From the low, to the dro, to the
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 that Yeezus might've rose again
I can hear Victor howlin' in the
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, Jackson my kin
like it was a message to give
And like it was a legend 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 have 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 music a gift, uh