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Chasing


On my grind for the prize 

yeah im down to ride

running for my life

its a do or die 

wheels turning 

im lost inside

leaning every way 

for advice 

have no father to look up to

so i gotta find my own

my mother is what i grew up to

so when i grow imma teach my sons what a real man is

my verses sound like a young boy 

thats exactly who i am

16 and driven

im not standing like a fan 

im the man on the come up

im the future on that stage

you may not know who i am

but when you do 

all of you will say 

that is my man 

he is my idol

but you guys dont know

that i am just like you

keep pushing for the start we can all be stars in the sky

if we put pressure to what we are

 

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