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Came up out the womb a man With everything that you demand You can say I had a plan Way before I had a fan Some will probably call it luck I just call it being blessed You ain't never did the work But you want to be the best Lately I can never stress Never better better yet Might've had a thing for you She know I'm the better bet I degrass I let it rest Go and get another check I could always see my future I bet they can never guess Guessin they get it Cuz look at me now and then Look at yourself in the mirror I know they doubted my thesis But they doubted Jesus And right now I'm making it clear Clearly these people don't Know where they going And lately I feel like The man with the map I got this shit out the mud You can give me the word And I'll probably give it right back Back of the bus I was scraping the change Back of my head I was living the life Back of my job I was losing the focus for Trying to find ways to get back to the mic All of this working, ain't working I feel like a liar and I cannot lie to myself I know that you feeling? so don't let me tell you I know that a lot of you know Spilling pieces of a? Don't you know it, I'm the real thing baby And if you don't make a dollar Then I couldn't make a real change baby Spilling pieces of a? Don't you know it, I'm the real thing baby And if you don't make a dollar Then I couldn't make a real change baby Came up out the womb a giant You were licking, you a client Now you got so much to say I was hurting you was quiet Glory is what glory does So you know the story love Never thought he'd be a legend He was always sure he was You was always "nate saying" Some things never change Spiritually I never age Feeling like eleven grade Junior me, proud of me Standing tall, towering Doing things I never do Before I was living cowardly Sushi rolls, sour D Song 3, hour 3 I don't even go to sleep Know the lord empower me Wake 'em up they sound asleep They gon' hear the sound of me When the money getting up Truly ain't no doubting me Finally get it cuz look at me now And then looking at Me from the picture They probably thought That I needed them Thought I'd keep 'em They lucky if I even miss 'em Thinking that you got me figured You figured it wrong, but Tt's ok I truly forgive you Lately I ain't got the time To be picking up fights When I'm trying to pay Shit from the menu Spilling pieces of a? Don't you know it, I'm the real thing baby And if you don't make a dollar Then I couldn't make a real change baby Spilling pieces of a? Don't you know it, I'm the real thing baby And if you don't make a dollar Then I couldn't make a real change baby
Writer(s): Anthony Hollingshed, Michael Xavier Westerfield Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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