| I know the world wanna see me humble
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| They want to see me broken down
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| No matter how they try, they try
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| I’m staying up way high, way high
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| Way up in the sky
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| Cause that’s my home
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| They say he wouldn’t make it
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| But that ain’t old make-up
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| Came from servin' fiends flavors
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| Until I got
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| Belly all full, nigga ate up
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| Not just the cheddar I pulled but the haters
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| Wanna see the raw flesh in the grave, it’s dangerous
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| And I ain’t Singapore, I’m a singer bitch
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| Singular, nina on the hip
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| Sittin' in the hood home, dreamin' while I flip
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| I could be anything, include being rich
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| Take 'em out the ghetto, move 'em to the sticks
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| Put 'em in the, let 'em know
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| O represented to the fullest
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| Even if it’s foolish or even if jewellery
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| boy came up from the sewage, bitch
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| I know the world wanna see me humble
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| They want to see me broken down, but
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| No matter how they try, they try
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| I’m staying up way high, way high
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| Way up in the sky
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| Cause that’s my home
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| Cold nights
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| Trice on the corner, rollin' white
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| Police wanna put me
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| In a holding cell after reading rights
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| They don’t know what I received in life
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| My reason for me to push inebriatin' vice to fiends, it’s like
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| By any means make it easier right?
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| When we come from dangling from trees at night
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| Yeah, now it’s Ibiza
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| Stamps on the visa because I’m an emcee
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| Something a beat does to Obie
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| I’m from the street, you should know me
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| The boy raised by the OG’s, sippin' old E
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| Now he sold out shows overseas so effortlessly
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| Eleanor we did it so elegantly
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| Know you’re smiling from heaven on me
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| I know the world wanna see me humble
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| They want to see me broken down, but
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| No matter how they try, they try
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| I’m staying up way high, way high
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| Way up in the sky
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| Cause that’s my home
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| I’m home but I was starving
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| I sold yayo now
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| I used to sling narcotics
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| Narks used to see me as a target
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| Now I’m in Bucharest, Budapest
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| We the arch of the triumph
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| Obie Trice not retirin', right now I’m hirin'
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| Long as your mind’s inspirin'
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| I know the world wanna see me humble
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| They want to see me broken down, but
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| No matter how they try, they try
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| I’m staying up way high, way high
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| Way up in the sky
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| Cause that’s my home
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| I know the world wanna see me humble
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| They want to see me broken down, but
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| No matter how they try, they try
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| I’m staying up way high, way high
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| Way up in the sky
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| Cause that’s my home
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| I’m up in the air baby. |
| You niggas just do whatever you wanna do or say
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| whatever you say about a nigga like me. |
| I’m up in the sky. |
| Yeah |