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They told me that I vanished They told me that I had it They told me that I'm gone I told them, "Don't panic" When you've done it this long And you've seen magic And you know it won't kill you Even when the whole world doubts it This is my moment They can't take my talent They can't take my stripes They can't erase my hours I'm from the underground Anything above ground is a mountain I'm done trying to impress anybody But the heavens where I'm headed You don't get to hold on to your flowers I am in my zone, eyes on the throne 20k deep, better pull out your phones Turning the arena to believers Everytime I hit the ceiling Ain't nobody ever touching my show Look at what we started Look at where we got to Almost OD'd that night in the hospital Wasn't going to die, more life in the arsenal Got another shot to pull off the impossible There's no need to cry for me I'm a fighter, fighter You can't take my voice from me I will rise up, rise up So what are you waiting for? I ain't ready to die yet The pain is where faith is born Are you alive yet? Are you alive yet? Are you alive? On my grave, what quote will be etched in? Never played the game to be a contestant Never join the league to ride benches The wins hit different when they don't expect it Yeah, and they ain't got to like me Got my own Nikes, no Nike ID And I ain't trying to stunt, man But my logo went over the Jumpman I remember all I had was a bus pass Selling CDs to make a couple of bucks back And now I'm up in meetings And you better believe me Now that we got the arena The Sonics making a comeback I'm not a businessman I got children, man I treat my city like it is my fam Until the residency gets a building man Think I'm playing about mayor, but that's my plan You know what 50 thousand feels like? When you question, "Is this real life?" The money doesn't buy happiness, that's facts Until you take what you made and decide to give it back like that There's no need to cry for me I'm a fighter, fighter You can't take my voice from me I will rise up, rise up So what are you waiting for? I ain't ready to die yet The pain is where faith is born Are you alive yet? Are you alive yet? Are you alive? I was supposed to be a one-hit ringer Now I got too many rings and not enough fingers Keep doing my thing, they keep chasing the wave Thinking that they're going to be the one to outpace age I must got Mick Jagger DNA Rolling Stone bags, pre-checked, no TSA I'll be 78 SM58 in my face Like, "Who wants to go next?" Nobody's touching my stage They head tripping like a b-boy head spinning I bench press the industry and I deadlift it It's been written, I been running, it's been a minute Ben done it, I bet you a hundred that I been winning The Benz tinted, it's been vintage, yeah, Ben did it The crib I lived in is like Ben Stiller's An evening at my house, a night at the museum Trophies, plaques all over and the view's decent At the end of the day, it's like "Who needs it?" Play on player, I got to keep competing Keep dreaming, won't settle for shit It isn't sport, it's my life Run the championship, I'm gone There's no need to cry for me I'm a fighter, fighter You can't take my voice from me I will rise up, rise up So what are you waiting for? I ain't ready to die yet The pain is where faith is born Are you alive yet? Are you alive yet? Are you alive? Are you alive? Are you alive?