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, wake up, knock knock, like it's tryna start the day, breathe in, get out, don't waste your life away, i guess i'll write today, what would i like to say?, uhh, i guess hi to everybody that's been nice to me, and fuck the others, i ain't worried 'bout them, they say i dove off the map, i guess it's time for a swim, all the judge's cards steady readin' a ten, i'm feenin' within, waitin' just to snap the beat, the pieces again, i reach my arms out tryna grab for the sun, they said the sky was the limit, now look what we've done, man, i've already won, but i'm tryna make some history, keep puffin' out these hits, then these muthafuckas get sick of me, it's not a mystery, i swear my plan is plain as day, and bars nasty, like a sequel, 50 shades of grey, dirty snapback, cause i ain't got my money up, you the type to clown on me, think you is a funny fuck?, sloppy, slutty, like rookie roller hockey, sirens rocking, cops heard in the lobby, liquid confidence, carbon copy obvious, always fuckin' talkin' shit, come stop me, check it, my girl's mad, cause the groupies wantin' pictures, she don't see it like i do, i'm only gettin' bigger, that's why i stay on course and let the homies roll the swishers, take a couple puffs, and hit the booth, and just deliver, i'm 'bout to turn twenty, no degree, i fiend my plans, school just wasn't workin', they had no degree in fans, so i'm stickin' to the plan that i plotted in the van, while i was smokin' on that jam, purple blowin' by the gram, when all i ever had was a dollar and a dream, but now i got a passion, and that passion is to please, all the ears of the people listenin' to me, my anxiety is kickin' in from lack of sleep, no more chasin' a dream, time to live that bitch, i've seen a friend live his just from throwin' a pitch, blow my momma a kiss and tell my pops he's the shit, and i'll come back home when i'm filthy rich, sloppy, slutty, like rookie roller hockey, sirens rocking, cops heard in the lobby, liquid confidence, carbon copy obvious, always fuckin' talkin' shit, come stop me, i sit back and laugh at the thought of defeat, like, what would i do if it ever happened to me?, it's just a thought, doe, so i ain't plannin' to see, cause i'm that one muthafucka that you plannin' to be, oh, you mad? i guess i would be, too, that's the feelin' that i'd have if i was livin' like you, oh, you mad? i guess i would be, too, but i'm a prime example, dreams do come true
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Artist: joel faviere