On My Way

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    Ok
    Now they say home is where the hate is
    Pulling up, “Hi, haters!”
    I know, I’ve been on a hiatus
    Caught up in the lights I've been blinded by Las Vegas
    Ain’t it ironic before I was twenty one
    I put my future on the table and I won
    See they told me, “Life’s a gamble”
    Now this is my casino
    Made sure my fellas good
    Now I’m Robert DeNiro, sipping Clicquot
    With the girl that held me down from the beginning
    My team throwing up L’s
    But it’s funny cause we winning
    A million talked down, soon as I rose from the bottom
    But opinions are assholes now, everybody got ‘em
    So they ask me why I do it
    I do it for the streets
    Heard momma got out the grill
    Man I do it for the grease
    Man I do it for the five pack of Hanes wife-beats
    That I wore like everyday to show my brand new ink
    Shit I remember working jobs, just so I could hit the dance up
    Never have a date, so I really didn't dance much
    Couldn't buy my own, so I just borrowed my dad’s tux
    Told him, “Keep the loafers” kept it gully with my black chucks
    So you can keep watching the stars
    But me I wanna be ‘em
    And I just beat the odds
    I guess we can call it even
    Cause he the underdog
    Went from flipping patties at a Fuddruckers
    To living lavish then a mother fucker
    God damn

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    Hold up
    Okay I heard they want the classics
    My life’s a movie like the Truman Show without the cameras
    They look at us like we a couple Boyz N Da Hood
    Four Brothers till the end like them boys in The Wood
    So I Light It Up, for them Friday Night Lights with the team
    In The Notebook, holding my Requiem for a Dream
    I was Superbad in the class I just Dazed off
    So I played sick and lived Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
    Back in Coolie High, students used to nickname us The Goonies
    Every night we blacked out, shit they should’ve called us roofies
    Get out of bed Half Baked, roll another doobie
    So many snacks up in my house they call the crib Scooby
    Blowing oowie man I swear this As Good As It Gets
    Godfather told me, “Keep doing that music shit”
    He said, “Your piece of the American Pie is waiting”
    From the bottom to the top, Almost Famous
    Kells

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