Yeah, we gonna keep all the way hip-hop on this one...

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I feel the weight on my shoulders
The city on my back
The pain in my eyes
So much on my chest
But money on my mind
The world's in my palms -
folks feel stressed, but I'm feelin fine!
Homeboy, I do this!
You can count on me, I'ma keep it 100, believe me when I say
I do this!
You can count on me, I'ma hold it down, brotha believe me when I say
I do this!

v1
Dedicated to all the haters who
smile in ya face, but talk shit away from you.
You are my inspiration, that's why I'm thanking you.
I'm destiny's child, and you who I cater to.
It's been a long time, brotha been payin dues.
Most would've quit, but see, I stayed true.
Tryin to break the chain of my family living check to check
'cuz every generation's stayed the same.
You are the fuel that keeps the fire burning -
run tracks like Omar Epps in Higher Learning.
Continue my desire to aspire - yearning to retire at 49 and multiply my earnings
while I keep a smile on my face, sorta nostalgic.
Thinkin' 'bout the "pals" I was supposed to be down with.
Times get tough: lions turn into cowards.
You see who stays down when it counts, kid.

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v2
I'm everything you can feel, see and hear.
Anything you can taste or touch that seems near.
I'm the spark in the brain that makes things clear.
Thoughts and memories - like tracks you can record.
I'm the 90% of your brain that hasn't been explored,
ya inspiration to make it when your back's to the wall,
the illustration that's painted when you're balancing all
the nouns and predicates and adjectives and verbs.
Writing these sentences, juggling life's menaces and its antithesis.
See the arch in my character - battling arch nemesis,
perpetual poetry providing positive privileges plus percentages.
Images we see on the daily - they scare me cuz babies who barely can talk hear rap,
but they don't hear me.
Women oblivious to the million pairs of staring eyes from guys when their jeans rise.

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v3
I'd be lying if I wasn't still tryin to find me - like I lost my ID
Simply expressing what's inside, begging God to guide me.
I see the bigger picture like widescreens.
Undergrad, but we're sorta like Siamese in this time of need:
can't be separated because we're arguably
one of the best no if, and's or buts.
Happy to be in the shuffle in the iPod you trust.
Now you can think of us sorta like Manhattan: the numbers get bigger the further we move up.
But even if you're stuck at Ground Zero, I'll be the hero: 911
cuz I've been all on the grind.
But at the same time get support from my fans like it's hot outside
'cuz there's a lot that's riding: most folks gamble with chips but see, I gamble with my life.

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