Key: Bb minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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we came so far
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Young su perstar
you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more
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We want more,
you know we want more
Verse 2
We want more, you know we want more
he's in the books like Pac and em
From early, homey had hip- hop in him
The era of the unlaced kicks,
he was rockin' em
Way before the sheepskin flicks,
chicks been jockin' him
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Right down the block from Wop and em
Niggas either dead or the feds is knockin
em, he's still here
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Comparisons in these years is real rare
It's embarrassing,
the bars he spit, he still care
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Never let a bitch in his
ear, it ain't worth it
When alone, you gotta look in the mirror,
what's the purpose?
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From the gutter, bad motherfucker
From under that hustler's umbrella,
none other
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Than he who speaks would need it
Once said, then his dead homey won't repeat it,
well bred
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Black with the solar facts, so exact
I was told they want the old god back,
I'm here
Verse 3
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Young superstar
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We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more
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We want more, you know we want more
We want more,
Verse 4
you know we want more
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[AZ:]
Repertoire like W.E.B. Du Bois,
who ya'll?
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Fraus like I came from afar
See bullet wounds,
blood leak through the tar, baby pa
Supposedly I'm potent with poetry,
the almighty
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Most likely in the midst
of the sheisty
I know the D.A. got dreams to indict me,
do the math
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I came, I saw, I smashed
Seen niggas get millions,
get murdered and bagged
All I ask is those that respect the code
Respect my mode, I'm a HBO episode
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Filmed in the streets of New York,
it's real talk
My whole life is sealed in the cork,
it's rap's fault
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Coupes, cribs, chauffers and yachts,
gimme props
'Til I'm dead and my physical rots,
I'm still hot
Verse 5
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[Chorus:]
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Young superstar
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Am
(Money in the bank)
We want more, you know we want more
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We want more,
you know we want more
Verse 6
We want more, you know we want more
Just like Ming and Sean, Dave and Kareem
We the American dream,
with 215 Vacheron Constantin
The Princess catalog from Vinny
catalog in the world, man
That's $800, 000, 000 in diamonds,
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man, all precious cut
The $40, 000, 000 Gulf Stream
The Enzo Ferrari, the F- 1 McLaren
The Pagani Zanda made
my Hiroshime
The mansion in Rome and island
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Any complainin's all in the dream
I'm like Bo Bill with a twirl of king
I'm like, Lebron James holdin'
down his team
A wonder and a light you
ain't never seen
Y'all in trouble niggas, it's a new regime
We on the screen, every magazine
Nigga I'm in that zone,
Dm
Malik man, you still got a crush on Ananda?
And I'm the Don and he the Don
The girls wrapped in our arms,
seen accentuous charm
Hate if you want but don't front!
It's the billion dollar boys
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with the billion dollar toys
With the maintenance on livin' about
Outro 1
the minute a month
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