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You see me walk through the door Looking like a man I know you understand Ma your boys all grown up And my haters all mad Cause they thought I was in the bag Saying, It was nice of me to show up! (Oh oh oh) This is a story of a lifetime... (Oh oh oh) Funny how I left To find my right mind Deliver us from evil Now nothing else can hurt us This whole time I knew I was goon serve my purpose You should hear the shit my momma Be telling her coworkers My son (gon) be rich and famous And all the kids I graduated with Be on the same shit I used to be the lamest At these shows they screaming Cuey Letras de cancionesIt's funny that's what my name is I find it a little ironic I did a nosedive into bullshit Now I'm diggin my way out Like I'm sonic My fans should be honored That I always kept it honest All along, Instead of talking to the wall I've been talking through these songs My whole life Don't worry baby, hold on tight We almost there We just going for another night Whatever that means, whatever it takes So much at stake... So fucking slept on for goodness sake It's about time, I stop being nice And focus on me and be about mine I'm ready to outshine all of ya'll They can finally see it all (Yeah) U gotta Hand it to em Tell em what we did Panaramic view em Mistakes we all make But nah yo you can't undo em So this is for you who said I wasn't shit And ran right thru them Like I never existed Now I took the script rewrote it and then flipped it You nervous? Your lips quivering Used to be picked on cause I was different Now I'm celebrated cause I'm different I mean what you thinking? I'm trying to get my mind straight Trying to make a honest living Gotta find my Marshall Mather's Andre Lil Wayne for Drizzy Jigga & Dame to Kanye But for now I'm getting busy getting tipsy Off this bombay... Cause I don't give a fuck anymore Move out the way Them dudes don't have fun anymore Take the money out the register And run for the door Looking no further We the ones u been hunting for Speak up please I don't know what your saying I can't hear you from the loud music In the back that's playing Grab a glass, take a shot Tonight the promoters paying Not me, Bet you didn't have show your ID In a few yrs probably I'll be up in your top 3 But for now gotta scrap the bottom of the bucket Let's say fuck it Let them others get they duckets while they can Look at all the strength we mustered Never stray way from the plan Cause this progress leads some proceeds And nows about time I can pay back some of my homies For lending me a couple bucks We ain't there yet but everythings On the up and up I'm a go and knuckle Always been about my business where the hell's my button up I'm a kindin missin home... Hartford what the fuck is up? Flood em with material They be loving us Woman taking off their shirts Boobies do the truffle shuffle... yeah From Letras Mania