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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
then when Michael still wasn't black
But we loved him anyway Hammer was wack
In Gary, ain't far from the manor
One use baking soda, Arm & Hammer
Both had broken doors, both had broken
I look at and look at Chano
No samples, examples of all of
Kirk Franklin, Gucci, and all the
When Barney and white tees were starter
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 through 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 Chano me you can do this and rap

[D.R.A.M. & Elle
You are special
special too
Everyone is
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 paper whiteout
Tryna count it up fore' lights out
get the Nikes 'fore it's nice out
Tryna get the with the white 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 away vital, this is survival
I'm south side of Chicago
We call our our fathers
My homies hustlers and
Most of 'em booked or got up
Growin' up had it hardest
And I was trippin', Chano got me into the vision
Told me, "Listen, you gon' to make decisions
Everyone you make is gon' a difference
What's your vision? How you when you fifty?
Six feet under or sixty up like
Biggest in the or biggest in the city?
You can be the boss if you makin'
And runnin' my 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 up if you want to go get it"

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

[Taylor
Chano got a with Gambino
I'm still in the hood, Gyros
with 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 Porsches and casinos
To dreamin' in class, a diploma
I was sellin' out in my teen moments
Look, I been out for days
I think Chano with the waves
I think that Yeezus might've rose
I can hear Victor howlin' in the
Is it too late to do it all again when your repetition is reputation's best
I get motivated off of
And I'm the youngest, Michael my kin
Writing like it was a message to
And walking like it was a to live
And never takin' seconds, record after record, wreck one after this, 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
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