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Uh, uh, listen. They think my life is perfect, think it's ideal.

They think I got it all inside just like I'm IKEA. Truth be told, I'm 'bout as empty as a pop bottle.

They see I make it look good, America's Top Model.

I'm still a top dog, I'm still the big homie. Attended too many funerals of my lil' homies.

And I can't lie, the road that I'm on gets a little lonely.

Nobody wanna get it with me, just wanna get it from me. Always a handout, always a sad story.

Never how you doin', always what you have for me. And I'm masked out, credit card maxed out.

But as soon as you say no, throwin' rocks at your glass house.

But on the bright side, I'm livin' my dreams. You small fries, I need my cheese, extra gravy like poutine.

I been on a winnin' streak like it's a part of my routine.

And I spoke it to existence, all of this shit was foreseen.

And if you ever had a dream, you know exactly what I mean. When I look outside my window, all I see is dope fiends and broken dreams.

And then I thank God 'cause it coulda been me.

If it wasn't for this art, then it woulda been me. Rest in peace to all my dogs, man, it shoulda been me.

I said it coulda been, it woulda been, it shoulda been, but it wasn't.

And I'm grateful, so grateful.

Said I'm -grateful, so grateful. -Ayo, peace to

Buff City. Peace to Death Valley. Alleyway upstate, hit Burris for a patty.

Gucci two-piece, feel Moroccan, it was Juneteenth.

Had to go to Bennett for summer school. You knew me, I came from that. Growin' Cleveland bitches on my

Nautica. Most popular, hit the Taliban to chop it up.

Santa watch me walk in there, binoculars.

Peace to Killer Tune and Mayweather, they'll put you in the hospital. Sly got life, but we pray for the impossible. Shade Dr.

Cobra, when I gotta go, I gotta go. That's why I thank God every day, all day. When shit get hot,

I sip Libby's lemonade in the shade.

Porter my ways, but my wrist gotta be six figures. I always knew I'd be this nigga, but it's all about the youth now.

Used to bag up two point two pounds. Got my own shoe now. Gump, I know you proud.

And hoes make the tag pull down. And hoes make the tag pull down.

When I look outside my window, all I see is dope fiends and broken dreams. And then

I thank God 'cause it coulda been me.

If it wasn't for this art, then it woulda been me. Rest in peace to all my dogs, man, it shoulda been me.

I said it coulda been, it woulda been, it shoulda been, but it wasn't.

And I'm grateful, so grateful.

Said I'm grateful, so grateful.