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I heard he was talking, I heard he was walking,
I heard he saw his coffin, Yuck
In his sleep he be tossing, hes feeling like a carcass,
He's hawking the mucous,
Cause he waiting for the huge it, Who could amuse it,
Now who could approve it, 
Its the irongrip hands, he grasping the plan,
Like he holding the drill, to fasten his map,
Thats excellence, determination, is the exodus
Of information, he not hesitant, hes heaven sent,
See the obstacles, they a learning cred,
It's the universe within a city thread,
cmerican Fabric that'll make yall bed, 
He working man, he did pay sam, but he pushing
Them grams cause y'all took his bread,
Every head held high, wishing for a life he aint got 9-5
But he pushing that car that he always wanna drive,
Loud from the start like a real freak vibe,

Everywhere you go, 
Walking with a purpose the goals always worth it,
Every City you show, 
Click city, Y.O, Manor to the back roads,
Never really mattered even if you hit a plateau,
Forever never shattered, elevate like the dow jones,
Heavyweight grab a plate, move like Roy Jones,
Hand down, palms out, like money was the next move,
Small town game, he run it,
Can't do nothing around here this the summit,
Shit born real down, never plummet,
Shit, we was all born real rugged,
Gotta get to working, Gotta get a purpose,
Every dollar earned is another man's purchase,
Hard to discern if its really that worth it,
50 cents on the dollar goes to your furnace,
Why is it we working, we dead or in prison, 
Or left with decisions improving out living,
But left with some debt when the class is in session,
Schools out,
Grab a pen and pad so we can add up reality,
Seems so sad when we attach all reality,
To vanity shared,
Left unprepared, it could lead to fatality,
The people unaware of a livable salary,
Near the Metropolis, people anonymous,
New york and money, that shit is synonmous,
Minimum wage barely get you to the doctors
Minimum fade, still 30 dollars,
My man real wave up top he barber,
Hit em with an eight like an up top barter,
Pouch,
Stamps no sticks, he aint laid in the bunk getting
High off of scripts,
Ouch,
Clean up his bout, before the next count,
Shine on his head but its better than a mouse,
Better off dead, cause he owe the whole house
Like a fiend in a drought,

Everywhere you go, 
Walking with a purpose the goals always worth it,
Every City you show, 
Click city, Y.O, Manor to the back roads,
Never really mattered even if you hit a plateau,
Forever never shattered, elevate like the dow jones,
Heavyweight grab a plate, move like Roy Jones,
Hand down, palms out, like money was the next move,
Small town game, he run it,
Can't do nothing around here this the summit,
Shit born real down, never plummet,
Shit, we was all born real rugged,
Gotta get to working, Gotta get a purpose,
Every dollar earned is another man's purchase,
Hard to discern if its really that worth it,
50 cents on the dollar goes to your furnace,

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