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This supposed to be the year
This supposed to be the year
This supposed to be the year that I make it to the top
Stand on my own two feet and never drop
Keep going and going and going
And never stop
Surpass all my peers make my own lane like a cop
Year after year I been grinding nonstop
Gear after gear until the tranny pop
This all hard work give it the best that I got and this is why I'm hot in a position that you not
I got hunger pains
In this hunger game
While all you want is fame
You so f*ckin lame
I'm great like a dane
Got a genius type'a brain
Yours is little like a grain
I'm here to bring pain
I already broke free from the chains of the matrix
While you stuck there working minimum wage on the day shift
Slaving away
As waiter or'a waitress
I'm already greater than the greatest
Year that I make it to the top
It's s'posed to be the year that I make it to the top
This supposed to be the year that I make it to the top
It's s'posed to be the year that I make it to the top
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This supposed to be the year that I make it to the top
This supposed to be the year that I make it to the top
This supposed to be the year that I make it to the top
But dudes is jealous so I hope I don't get shot
Cause most hate it tends to come from your own block
Where they cook it in a pot
And sell the crack rock
And they also sell pot
And they got a few glocks
Every day someone getting popped violence never stops
Police sirens make it hot
Crabs in a barrel they never make it to the top
It's destroying the black populous
Switch the topic
Hope I don't die (be)fore reach my prime like Optimus
To be a optimist don't seem possible in the ghetto
Surrounded by all'these obstacles and the Devil-Beef never settles
Get caught with a stray bullet
Introduce ya brain to metal
Like the lead is saying hello
People drink they pain away
Or roll some weed up in cigarillos
It's like I'm two stepping with demons
How I'm dancing with the Devil (Devil Devil)
Year that I make it to the top
It's s'posed to be the year that I make it to the top
This supposed to be the year that I make it to the top
It's s'posed to be the year that I make it to the top
This supposed to be the
That I
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That I
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This supposed to be the year that I make it to the top
This supposed to be the year that I make it to the top
This supposed to be the
Can't stop for any obstacle
Not even the ops
Either I get it from my momma
Or I get from my pops
Or I get it from the school
Or I get from the block
But no matter where I get it from
The bull shit never stops
I'm shootin my shot
Like a tech nine or a glock
Increasing my value
And increasing my stock
Just look at my car
Just look at my watch
I know sometimes life is harder than a rock
But you gotta be more sly than a fox
And these days
You gotta worry about the cops
Either they kneeing your back
Or they or they bussin ya chops
Or you could have your back turned
And they still sending shots
That's a flag on the play
And you ain't dribble the rock
They at war wit'a nigga like this shit was Iraq
Black president or not
Remember we had Barrack
Modern day slave patrol
Though our chains is unlocked
Running a maze with no stop
A maze with no end
We don't get no support like a tire wit' no rims
Still gotta win
Gotta keep going in
Gotta seek what's within (within within within within within within)