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 Lyricist: K.A.A.N.
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 [Verse 1]They askin' me about my story, let me tell 'em the truth
 I started with a dollar and a dream, scratch that
 I barely had enough money to get back and forth to the studio
 Let alone to record and then mix and master
 So poor that my pockets empty pourin', prayin' that it all works out
 A 9-to-5 grind can really make your mind bug out
 You talk about your dreams and people start to tune you out
 So second guessin' every move until you plan a new route
 This feel like two thousand and twelve when I was stocking shelves at Target
 Payed $8.25 an hour, dreaming 'bout making an album
 Thinking how can I survive with this meager existence
 When this dream of mine is out of reach like it's off in the distance
 Chasin' after it, feelin' fatigued
 I got persistence, that's that second wind shit
 These mental one mile wind sprints
 Training for this fucking marathon
 Long haul, I'm quick to get to my goal
 That's the point, John Wall
 Resting on a pedestal, that's the fastest way to fall
 Above all, I keep my head high and press forward
 In hopes that people press 'play' and say that I'm the dopest
 A lonely road, I chose the ride being driven by focus
 Refuse to crash and break down, I gotta keep it goin'
 I can't be stagnant, stallin' out in the land of the hopeless
 Ten thousand hours, I'm getting close, I'm over devoted
 They underestimated, that's an understatement
 Need a fill in for the underdog?
 I would love to play it any day of the week
 I was smoking Backwoods while y'all was rolling in sweets
 Off yo' ass and on your feet, my nigga ain't shit sweet?
 We in this maze with no exit, can only pray for direction
 Be conscious, makin' decisions when you don't have no protection
 Double negative my logic, make it positive
 The double entendres, the consonants with the melodies as the accent and harmonies that could complement
 That's called cold common sense
 Like Southside where it's middle of winter, freezing flow
 I left 'em frozen again
 I guess by now it's probably safe to say I'm chosen to win
 Yeah, yeah, tell me what you doing my man?
 Nobody told you niggas that I wasn't going nowhere?
 The spot was vacant so you thought you'd take a seat in my chair?
 I'm right here
 What you doing my man?
 Nobody told you niggas that I wasn't going nowhere?
 The spot was vacant so you thought you'd take a seat in my chair?
 I'm right here, right here, right here
 
 
		
		
	
 
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