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[D.R.A.M.:]
You are special
special too

[Taylor
Black boys side of the map
Nappy headed, rooms in the back
Back then when Michael wasn't black
But we loved him 'cause Hammer was wack
In Gary, Indiana ain't far from the
One use baking soda, Arm & Hammer
Both had broken doors, both had families
I at Michael and look at Chano
No samples, of all of that
Kirk Franklin, Gucci, and all the
When Barney and tees were starter packs
Big bro would moonwalk in all of that
Not for fame or an autograph
Or a or record deal, baller pass
And you could put that the polygraph
Chains, rings, bling, never meant a thing to the
Now how is that?
bro, he can rap too, he can trap too, I was flippin' a pack
Till Chano me you can do this and rap

[D.R.A.M. & Varner:]
You are special
special too
Everyone is
This I know is
I look at you

[Taylor
Daddy got a job at the House
He still in the hood with the out
Chano didn't get home it's light out
Probably on an ave with the out
I'm through this paper like whiteout
Tryna count it up fore' lights out
Tryna get the Nikes 'fore it's out
Tryna get the peli with the white
Used to make bands off of night
Way before bands and Shows
We was on cameras and
How could we rival? We Cain and Abel, the
You cannot take away vital, is survival
I'm from side of Chicago
We call our brothers our
My hustlers and robbers
Most of 'em or got shot up
Growin' up they had it
And I was trippin', Chano got me back the vision
Told me, "Listen, you gon' have to make
Everyone you is gon' make a difference
What's your vision? How you livin' you fifty?
Six feet under or sixty up like
in the world or biggest in the city?
You can be the boss if you makin'
And my business like a politician
And still keep it if there's no pot to piss in
And love you do, if you don't, you'll regret it
And never up if you want to go get it"

[D.R.A.M. & Elle
You are very
You're too
is special
This I know is
I look at you

[Taylor
Chano got a tour with
I'm in the hood, King Gyros
Hangin' the G's like D Rose
Look at life like an ant a peephole
Tryna make it big, fuck a free
Want a out crowd, no weak hoes
Bad bitches on my
the life back then, we didn't even know
From the low, to the dro, to the
To worship Porsches and
To dreamin' in class, fuck a
I was sellin' out shows in my teen
Look, I been out for days
I think Chano Moses with the
I think that might've rose again
I can Victor howlin' in the wind
Is it too late to do it all again when repetition is reputation's best friend?
I get motivated off of
And I'm the youngest, Jackson my kin
Writing like it was a message to
And walking it was a legend to live
And never takin' seconds, record after record, I'ma wreck one this, uh
Ice, ice on the wrist, uh
I was working, a chip, uh
Should have worked the to six, uh
But this shit a gift, uh
Ice, ice on the wrist, uh
I was working, a chip, uh
Should have the nine to six, uh
But music shit a gift, uh