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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