Wake up with my dream in mind,
wondering am I enough to make the world fly?
Stand tall and take control of my own life,
Been tough cause father and mother's heart died.

Since a newborn been tryna find my path,
find the right purpose so the world understand my wrath.
Everyday I ask myself how will I know?
Is it when I'm rollin with women in a bed of dough?

When I got the respect of thousands of fans,
walk onto the stage and everyvody screams and stands.
I'll know when I am enough,
cause people can't get enough.

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