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It takes hours but it's worth every second,

To see the fruit of your labor grow with the effort you put in,

To even give in a minute before your work is legit?

When trouble finds you, start spittin all over it.

Cause every new verse is better than the last one,

When haters push me down, I come back at 'em faster,

See you were wrong, you said I couldn't do it,

You set the bar above my head I broke right through it!

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