When you see
what I've stacked
in the vault
You won't fault
me anymore
for the dry spell
If you knew
How I came
through everyday
you would say
nobody could do more
I'm going to
get a little loose
get my flow
maybe throw
down and
raise a little hell
the vault fills
I make a point
of never feeling
anything's enough
It's not a bluff
I've got the deep stuff
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