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作曲 : Caleb Desamours/Gregory Alan Davis |
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Trak Addicts |
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Loss' |
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DeKalb County forever |
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And ever |
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On the 17th of May, 1995 |
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A baby destined for the praise and the glory arrived |
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In Dectur years later, he makin' his strides |
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Take a step inside the whip If you ready to ride |
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Watch he pyramid rise while I sit and revise |
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On my days as a child, "Boy, get the crust out your eyes" |
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The Panola Road product from Children for Christ |
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Who had dreams of being great that were rarely advised |
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By all the teachers and the coaches in charge of the youth |
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Who would have known he had the talents to light up the booth? |
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First I pierce 'em in the heart, then I give'em my truth |
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I'm the walking affirmation and the livin proof |
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When he gets the brush, hush |
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Watch him paint the flow |
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A young, black Michelangelo |
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Let me say my piece, sheesh |
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Gotta let 'em know |
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The shit that's comin'out of my soul |
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When he gets the brush, hush |
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Watch him paint the flow |
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A young, black Michelangelo |
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Let me say my piece, sheesh |
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Gotta let 'em know |
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The shit that's comin'out of my soul |
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Remember back in 2010, I ain't know who I was |
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Spittin' raps on the bus 'cause we ain't have shit to discuss |
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I used to talk about the league and how makin' it's tough |
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Now I'm in a league of my own with this rapping and stuff |
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Without a college it was rough, real rough, but I elevated |
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To a full-time rapper when I graduated |
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That's backwards, ain't it? Just look at the portrait I painted |
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It's like the Sistine Chapel, my ceiling's amazing |
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Don't even trip 'cause I was just like you |
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With no direction and rejection 'til my God came through |
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I'm from the Peach State, nigga, so it must be true |
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When I tell the people I bear fruit |
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When he gets the brush, hush |
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Watch him paint the flow |
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A young, black Michelangelo |
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Let me say my piece, sheesh |
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Gotta let 'em know |
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The shit that's comin'out of my soul |
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When he gets the brush, hush |
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Watch him paint the flow |
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A young, black Michelangelo |
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Let me say my piece, sheesh |
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Gotta let 'em know |
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The shit that's comin'out of my soul |
