Are you really here or am I dreaming
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I can't tell dreams from truth
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For it's been so long since I have seen you
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I can hardly remember your face anymore
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Yeah, is that really you success?
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I know you're close...
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But I haven't seen you in so fucking long man, you know
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I'm a find you though, I'm gonna find you
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Yeah, success, is that you around the corner?
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I've been on your trail, now they say it warmer warmer
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It's been a long time since I seen you too
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Probably since my last wrestling match in high-school
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And after that you left me, packed up and bounce with lady luck
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Then shit got messy, grades started slippin' and the drugs kicked in
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E pills, coke, percs, Klonopins
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Either high or in a bad mood, pissed off teenager covered in tattoos
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Grade A fuck-up, simple as that
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I'm surprised my two parents didn't turn their back
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But they never gave up on me, I love 'em for that
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And I promise I'm a pay it all back with these raps
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I know my bail was high but mom and dad I'm a pay back
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Every penny or I'll try, let it rot
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Are you really here or am I dreaming
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I can't tell dreams from truth
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For it's been so long since I have seen you
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I can hardly remember your face anymore
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Yeah, success, is that you?
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People tell me that you're nearby and I'm hopin' that it's true
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Cause lately you haven't made an appearance in my life
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Just a spot at the bottom and a lot of long nights
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Court fees, shity jobs, bad luck, drug problems
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Or have a non-religious kid looking to God
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Swear to God I been through a lot of shit on this path
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I'm not here to brag about it but no one can change the past
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I put together raps tryna make myself a stag with it
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I've put my heart, soul, everything I had in this
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Slice my wrists and I bleed for this rappin' shit
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How could you motherfuckers say I'm not passionate?
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This is all I've ever loved, do it till the death of me
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Proven that I'm worthy, I don't care what they expect from me
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And I'll do it till there's not a breath left in me
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Tryna make it in this crazy world successfully
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Ah, tryna make it in this crazy world successfully
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Tryna make it in this crazy world successfully
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Tryna make it in this crazy world successfully
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Yeah
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So many people tell me success was up for the taking
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But I can't tell if it's real or in my imagination
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Spitted so sick that I need a vaccination
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But I'm still underrated as fuck
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Any occasion that I had to rise to, I did
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But they still consider me a gimmick strictly just because of where I live
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Dope when I rap I flow, it's my path to blow
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This ain't the motherfuckin' white rapper show
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Sharpin' skills like katanas in the arms of a ninja
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Pure bred with the heart of a winner
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Put my all in this shit, if I fall or I trip
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I'm just gettin' back up, never callin' it quits
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So hard when I spit, you need armor for this
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Dusk till dawn till I'm gone I'm a spit
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Do it till I die, nothin' less
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Word to my very last breath I'm a find my success
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Yeah
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Are you really here or am I dreaming
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I can't tell dreams from truth
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For it's been so long since I have seen you
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I can hardly remember your face anymore
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Success
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Chris Webby |