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

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

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

[Taylor
Daddy got a job at the House
He still in the with the pipes out
Chano didn't get home it's light out
Probably on an ave with the out
I'm runnin' this paper like whiteout
Tryna count it up fore' lights out
Tryna get the Nikes 'fore nice out
Tryna get the peli the white feel
Used to make bands off of night
Way before and Tonight Shows
We was on cameras and
How could we rival? We Cain and Abel, the
You cannot take away vital, this is
I'm south side of Chicago
We call our brothers our
My homies hustlers and
Most of 'em or got shot 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 world or biggest in the
You can be the if you makin' commission
And runnin' my like a politician
And still keep it if there's no pot to piss in
And love 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 special
special too
Everyone is
I know is true
When I at you

Bennett:]
Chano got a with Gambino
I'm still in the hood, Gyros
Hangin' with the G's D Rose
Look at like an ant through a peephole
make it big, fuck a free show
Want a sold out crowd, no hoes
Bad bitches on my
That's the life back then, we didn't know
From the low, to the dro, to the
To worship Porsches and
To dreamin' in class, fuck a
I was out shows in my teen moments
Look, I been staking out for
I think Chano Moses with the
I think Yeezus might've rose again
I can hear Victor in the wind
Is it too late to do it all again when your repetition is reputation's friend?
I get off of revenge
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 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 worked the to six, uh
But this music a gift, uh
Ice, ice on the wrist, uh
I was working, a chip, uh
Should have the nine to six, uh
But this shit a gift, uh