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Life's crazy My parents worry 'bout me 'Cause didn't talk to nobody, just made beats And now I get paid by the syllable Gotta thank 'em though I know it can be difficult As I tip-toe into another zip code All on the mission to love, that's what I live for I got big dreams, ma, I got big goals You seen my old ones now because I live those You've gotta admit ma I told you I was gonna get into the duke, ma And I did, ma I told you I'd get signed and I did, ma Look at this, ma, look at this, ma!
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All my friends feel trapped and afraid I close my eyes and try to imagine a way To wash all my old patterns of way I had to stop smokin' 'cause it scamming my brain "Fuck bitches, " it's what my favorite rappers would say I'd say there's something beautiful after the pain After the pain, this can't be real Turn out the ladder to fame Isn't a hamster wheel When we played the place my parents would first roll That's a feeling that I don't even have words for I did my song [?] backstages and drinking Henny bottle Pick up the phone and then I started texting any model I used to put target on every cute face And keep playing B-Pills in my suitcase "That's gross, time to grow, " that's what Ronny said Man, Wille just called, "Dwag, Ronny's dead" I'm tryna stumble to truer view I'm noticing that sky is a bluer hue It's time to get to work, that's what doers do I'm looking in the mirror, like "How are you? "