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Verse 1: Pray all the time but I don’t feel blessed, it’s hard for me to open up doors when locksmith ain’t got the key to success My aunt say she think I’mma be successful; she a mafuckin lia, But my grandpa gone die the lying king/Lion King like mufausa This song ain’t no joke or no game, all tho I got a kevin hart type of sense of humor I don’t want you mafuckas laughing at my pain It would cost for me to go to college but to sit down in the seat of knowledge you don’t need money, I ain’t going to college but I bet I graduate from this ghetto university But never forget where I came from; looked to the sky and said here I come, gotta make wise decisions cause even a genius could be young and dumb Some of these old rappers need to stop recording, you no longer sick man/sixth man like james harden These hating niggas got me bent, I do it for the people; dats common sense Change ha never even when I make it out the mud, I don’t trust people cause they a step on you; they show kevin love People tell me you ain’t going up you gone stay down, but them hits a make em kill themselves; Jr. seau No paper even tho I got bars for days, I ain’t got a em even tho I should be Marshall Mathers paid Verse 2: Lately I've been stressed out, no where to go, got kicked out and mafuckas know my lights out Shawn merriman living that rich life; I need to know how that feel, Success plus ben franklins = Payed electric bills Gotta get this cream; I blacked out when the lights was out, “super Bowl dub 13” It destine for me to rap not to go to college fuck that stanford shit, I don't believe in luck dats Indiannapolliss They say the good don’t survive so I’m ready to die, besides life after death might be fly Mama don’t cry. Just watch me hit the stage and burn the house down like ‘Left Eye’’ I rap to put money on my niggas books, and to be in the driver seat of the 911 like George Bush Trying to get bread; so I can get flyer, the bacon being cooked up is not Oscar Mayer