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Everyday I sit up just wishing I see 2 elevens

fucking round and wishing wrong, I wish I go to heaven

Everyday I sit up just wishing I see 2 elevens

But I gotta chase that bag, so for me dream I'm really driven

 

You dunno the shit I go thru

The kind of shit I have to do 

You just see the good things of my life, running round like "I WANNA BE YOU!"

 

 

If only you knew...If only you knew

I had to erase a lot of shit so you can see the picture I drew

I have fallen way too many times for me to keep doing what I do

But my mind told me to get up,

I got up, I spread my wings and I flew

I take a look at my money now and I see that it really grew

I am playing this game now and I'm stuck in it like glue

because i got bills to pay and I got that rent that is due

and I'm not tryna bum off the streets, I'm not tryna end up like you

 

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