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Uh, I got the world on my shoulder like ponchos
From where n***as get killed over concord Jordans
I put a hand up like Alonzo Mourning
Just give them food for thought and all of my sh*t is gourmet
Till you compost, then you can't post, I'm at Santos
This the roster, superstar, done parted all the damn toes
I had to step on to play a song
Seed in the dirt
I gave 'em water being that it's thirst
This the fountain of youth
I am too good, like I'm in a coupe I'ma do it
I'ma do it, uh
Yeah, hungry without a pot to eat
That's why my verses hard, y'all can't raise y'all velocity
The haves and the have-nots, no apostrophe
I go hard whether in the yard or a colosse'
And Applejacks at 7 a.m., guess the stove don't work
The iron cold, it's on my shirt
I'm wrinkled as an old lady (Old lady)
And speaking of old ladies, guess who's runnin' late for work?
F**k it

They not sure that you're livin' (Sure that you're livin')
You can breathe if you're short-winded (Short-winded)
They counted you out, but you're still in it (But you're still in it)
This is your time, be sure to go (Be sure to go)
They not sure that you're livin' (Sure that you're livin')
If you 'bout it then go and get it
'Cause in my mind it's not too far away
This is your time, be sure to go (Be sure to go)
Uh
I got the world on my shoulders, light studio life is everything
Every dream that I ever had, never met up to dairy queen
I'm tryna be cold like Michael
Might go the same route as London, Eiffel
When I tower, our life is shower, always sweet, never sour
You ain't gotta worry about my metaphors, they stretch for hours
Where were you when I was writin' raps in basements?
Slicin' up other rappers, the reason they got they facelift
I'm lyin', it's all love, I love you and you love me
Makin' all this hot sh*t, steady poppin' that bubbly
This the life that chose us
Flashing lights and red cups
Overnight, getting stuck at the studio
Who would go to the ends of Chicago?
In the wintertime with no car, getting warmed up in Costco
I'm about to change the face of good rap
Political refugee, renewing my hood back

They not sure that you're livin' (Sure that you're livin')
You can breathe if you're short-winded (Short-winded)
They counted you out, but you're still in it (But you're still in it)
This is your time, be sure to go (Be sure to go)
They not sure that you're livin' (Sure that you're livin')
If you 'bout it then go and get it
'Cause in my mind it's not too far away
This is your time, be sure to go (Be sure to go)
I got the world on my shoulders like Atlas
Grinding till my mama singing, "At last"
Added James for them better days
Bad kid, worse city
Union housing, no fifty
Fee-fee fee-fi, kickin' it on the block
Fe-fi-fo-fum, till we giants in the sky
I beanstalk
Been up the hill and back since I've seen chalk
Still don't know jack, know that
When you black and carry Washingtons, that's a scandal
Eyein' dead presidents to place upon my mantle
Something for my lady to jam to
Food for last groceries, can do
But we can it till we Cancun (Cancun)

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