| From a life of set backs to a jack pot
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| I spent my life in them flats
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| Tryin' to extract
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| I spent nights in the truck tryin' to get that
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| And like the boy adapts, no regrets from
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| My reflection in the mirror
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| Is my perception of a winner
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| My redemption to begin a resurrection of the sinner
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| Of walking through the corridor, troubled force
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| I’m married to my problems I should well divorce
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| I’m talking to my conscience like I wanted more
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| And I can’t ignore the fact that I’m well informed
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| But I can’t afford to slack or be comfortable
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| To be the best on every track is what I’m running for
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| If I believe that I can, then I must for sure
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| And make something out of nothing being bloody poor
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| I’m unstoppable, and on top of all
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| Had to made through the rain and a thunderstorm
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| I’ve been training for this day since I learned to walk
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| And I should pick myself up, if I’m traded for
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| I’m breaking out
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| I’m running
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| I’d win the fight
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| Got me running, running for the crown
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| And I roc here roc for life
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| Aim for the skies
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| Wanna make you mine
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| So running, running for the crown
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| And I roc here roc for life
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| Wale:
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| Concrete, throws me only consciously
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| But most of 'em just talking we’ll be bouncing on your…
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| This is all C, MMC lota Cs
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| Black billionaires, neither one my nigga got the greeds
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| Mister caught up or Mister Robinson know my position
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| Probably cause this for…
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| I can pick up the parties
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| And I went to college my partners was fiscal problems
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| Dropped out and now I’m getting dollars like at God damn Harvard
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| And it tells you I will make it, now forever Wowerful
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| But you niggas couldn’t play the foe, or the five
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| Yeah, roc boys still running side
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| I’m breaking out
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| I’m running
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| I’d win the fight
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| Got me running, running for the crown
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| And I roc here roc for life
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| Aim for the skies
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| Wanna make you mine
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| So running, running for the crown
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| And I roc here roc for life |