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I just thought then, that this is reality, life is real And you can try to make it a fantasy And make it behave how you want, this is real It ain't got nothing to do with what, make believe Tap in with the safe guard, splatter like a paintball Full travels through the rain, I used to practice on my days off Passion didn't change, I'm getting cash and going AWOL Stacking for the rainfall, the jacket and the J's This what happens when it pays off, laughing to the bank Can I take my cape off, or do I have to save y'all? Stay Wayne, back in the Batcave you came from Ain't tryna play God, but what I put in all this pain for? I keep tactic and remain calm, ecstatic in a way Doing magic when his name called, the package on the way With a pack of that in Cape Cod, surpassing through L.A. Ain't no lackey, we the main dogs, captains in estate He wanna tap in but he way off, A. Patrick for a plate I'ma grab it and play Guard, pass it back away They ain't having what it takes to play when the stakes large Make it in the playoffs, calculate our game Why they have all this disdain for? Hating on the gang Can't be mad at what we made and what we made off with Shit, we trained hard, it's what we trained for Ain't have a trace of what we made of, ain't in your DNA Got me jammin', look like Ray Charles, I'm challenging the reigns 'Round me madness, I can't tame squad, my manager the same Extra branded with my face card from rapping as a day job A balance, so we train hopped, frantic of the Jake Hardly handling the fame, so I can't panic when the hate start Try bandagin' the pain, but I be scratchin' where the scrapes are Active for the pape, I know my daddy got the same heart No traffic on the plate, other half just wanna race cars Same song, olaying as they take off, speed off I'm in the passenger seat sauced, pray for him Did we stray too far away for him? Shit ain't changed, same habits I hate on Same patterns of the day, adapted, the rain gone Sun came out of the shade Laid out on the great lawn, gather the rays Take me to a happier place out of the way But they ain't ready for Heaven's gate Whatever fate rapping take to the greats, heavyweights, 10K For Heaven's sake, at this rate, we should celebrate (Celebrate, celebrate, celebrate, celebrate, celebrate, celebrate, celebrate, celebrate...)
Writer(s): Michael Bonema, Patrick Morales, Alan Maman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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