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

Bennett:]
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, Indiana ain't far from the
One use baking soda, other Arm &
Both had broken doors, both had broken
I at Michael and look at Chano
No samples, examples of all of
Franklin, Gucci, and all the trap
When and white tees were starter packs
Big bro still moonwalk in all of that
Not for fame or an autograph
Or a co-sign or deal, baller pass
And you could put through the polygraph
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
Everyone is
I know is true
When I at you

Bennett:]
Daddy got a job at the House
He still in the with the pipes out
Chano get home till it's light out
Probably on an ave with the out
I'm runnin' through this paper whiteout
Tryna it up fore' it's lights out
Tryna get the Nikes 'fore it's out
Tryna get the peli with the feel
to make bands off of night shows
Way before bands and Shows
We was on and iPhones
How we rival? We Cain and Abel, the Bible
You cannot take away vital, is survival
I'm from south of Chicago
We our brothers our fathers
My hustlers and robbers
Most of 'em or got shot up
Growin' up had it hardest
And I was trippin', Chano got me back the vision
Told me, "Listen, you gon' have to make
Everyone you make is make a difference
What's your vision? How you when you fifty?
Six feet under or sixty up like
Biggest in the world or biggest in the
You can be the if you makin' commission
And my business like a politician
And still keep it if there's no pot to piss in
And love what you do, if you don't, you'll it
And never up if you want to go get it"

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

[Taylor
got a tour with Gambino
I'm still in the hood, Gyros
Hangin' with the G's like D
Look at life an ant through a peephole
Tryna make it big, fuck a show
Want a sold out crowd, no hoes
Bad on my dino
the life back then, we didn't even know
From the low, to the dro, to the
To worship and casinos
To dreamin' in class, a diploma
I was sellin' out shows in my moments
Look, I staking out for days
I think Chano Moses with the
I think Yeezus might've rose again
I can hear Victor howlin' in the
Is it too late to do it all again when your is reputation's best friend?
I get off of revenge
And I'm the youngest, Jackson my kin
Writing it was a message to give
And like 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
Should have the nine to six, uh
But music shit a gift, 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