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We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my phantom doors with caution
You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em
And all the pictures of me and - I burnt 'em
So there ain't no proof that I ever walked through 8 Mile
And since there ain't no Proof, I'll never walk through 8 Mile
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile [bad word]  I know his moma's proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, no more drama now
Livin' the good life, me [bad word] on common ground
I spit crack and niggaz could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds