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

[Taylor
boys south side of the map
Nappy headed, sharing rooms in the
Back when Michael still wasn't black
But we him anyway 'cause Hammer was wack
In Gary, Indiana far from the manor
One use baking soda, other Arm &
Both had broken doors, had broken families
I look at and look at Chano
No samples, of all of that
Franklin, Gucci, and all the trap
When and white tees were starter packs
Big bro would still in all of that
Not looking for or an autograph
Or a or record deal, baller pass
And you could put through the polygraph
Chains, rings, bling, never meant a to the king
Now how crazy is
Young bro, he can rap too, he can too, I was flippin' a pack
Till Chano me you can do this and rap

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

[Taylor
got a job at the White House
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' through this paper whiteout
Tryna it up fore' it's lights out
Tryna get the 'fore it's nice out
get the peli with the white feel
Used to make bands off of shows
Way before bands and Shows
We was on and iPhones
How could we We Cain and Abel, the Bible
You cannot take vital, this is survival
I'm from side of Chicago
We call our our fathers
My homies hustlers and
Most of 'em booked or got up
up they 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
your vision? How you livin' 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 commission
And my business like a politician
And still it real if there's no pot to piss in
And what you do, if you don't, you'll regret it
And give up if you want to go get it"

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

[Taylor
Chano got a tour with
I'm in the hood, King Gyros
Hangin' the G's like D Rose
Look at like an ant through a peephole
Tryna it big, fuck a free show
Want a out crowd, no weak hoes
Bad bitches on my
That's the life back then, we even know
the low, to the dro, to the c-notes
To worship Porsches and
To in class, fuck a diploma
I was sellin' out shows in my teen
Look, I been out for days
I think Chano Moses the waves
I that Yeezus might've rose again
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 message to
And walking like it was a legend to
And takin' seconds, record after 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
Should have the nine to six, uh
But this music a gift, uh