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

[Taylor
Black south side of the map
Nappy headed, rooms in the back
Back then Michael still wasn't black
But we him anyway 'cause Hammer was wack
In Gary, Indiana ain't far from the
One use baking soda, Arm & Hammer
Both had doors, both had broken families
I look at and look at Chano
No samples, examples of all of
Franklin, Gucci, and all the trap
When Barney and white tees 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 that 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 told me you can do and rap

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

[Taylor
Daddy got a job at the White
He in the hood with 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 nice out
Tryna get the peli with the feel
Used to make bands off of shows
Way bands and Tonight 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 side of Chicago
We call our our fathers
My homies hustlers and
of 'em booked or got shot up
Growin' up they had it
And I was trippin', Chano got me into the vision
Told me, "Listen, you gon' have to make
you make is gon' make a difference
What's your vision? How you livin' you fifty?
Six under or sixty up like Diddy?
in the world or biggest in the city?
You can be the if you makin' commission
And runnin' my business a politician
And still keep it real if 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 special
You're too
Everyone is
This I know is
I look at you

[Taylor
Chano got a tour Gambino
I'm in the hood, King Gyros
Hangin' with the G's like D
Look at life an ant through a peephole
Tryna make it big, fuck a show
a sold out crowd, no weak hoes
Bad bitches on my
That's the life back then, we didn't even
the low, to the dro, to the c-notes
To worship and casinos
To in class, fuck a diploma
I was sellin' out in my teen moments
Look, I been staking out for
I think Chano with the waves
I think that might've rose again
I can hear Victor in the wind
Is it too late to do it all again when your repetition is best friend?
I get off of revenge
And I'm the youngest, Michael my kin
like it was a message to give
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 this music a gift, uh
Ice, ice on the wrist, uh
I was working, a chip, uh
Should worked the nine to six, uh
But this shit a gift, uh