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Text: Lil' Wayne. No Quitter, Go Getter.

[Verse 1:]
I'm goin for the gold,
My heart is in control,
My mind is on succeed,
And I am in the lead.
Don't buy into the schemes
The signs all strategued
Just try it and you tease
Brings triumph and believe
I'm a lion or a deem
Inspired by the green
Never tired nor fatigue
Never defiant to my team
Never lying on the thing
Til I'm lying on the thing
Hooked to wires and things
I'm a die as A king
If I don't
Do it now
I'm a try it again
When I do accomplish shit
I'm a try it again
I'm a? insane
I'm a lion my mane
Hangs down
To my strings
And their tied to the game
I stay dry when it rain
I'm tired of the fame
Got everything in the game
And I'm proud of the pain
The pride and the blame
The wise and the strange
Denied by the same
Besides we're the same
Whos got in a train
Whos fly in a plane
Whos drived a lane
Whos dies when it bang
Who fights when it bang
Who lies when it aim
Two lives in a train
Who cries when it sang
You high but you can't
You high but you ain't
I advise you to think
You won't find what you can't
Revive what you take
Survive what you break
Supersize what you shank
The fries and a drank
Admired as a saint
Defined by my rank
Combined with my strength
My tat and my leth
And I'm a uuh out the gates
Yes I'm on the brink
And I'm a rank
I'm a retire in a bank

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Victory consistently
Train all year
To be the enemys misery
No stress visibly
Neither does it into me
I think postively
You can't harm me mentally
Not physically
Not spiritually
You will never get rid of me
I am the epitome
Oof this is what you did to me
Nothing is what you did for me
Nothing is what you give to me
I take whatever I'm visioning
Now break all the limiting
Now shake all the gimmicking
The fakery
The trickery
Nurse
How sick is he
Worse
I'm sickening
I'll be at the finish line
First
How quick is he
I'm on that show
They mention me
For the next century
I ain't with the bickering
I am full of dignity
I am full of energy
Pull out the inner me
A bull after dinner meat
I stood in the winter heat
It could be the end of me
But good be defending me

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Yeah
I'm allergic to cheating
I hate failure
And I am in love with achievement
Above and beneath it
A hug when I greet
My eyes on the prize
And I love when I seek it
Done with the speaking
Begun with the preaching
I pray
Until I am one with the deacon
I play
Until I have won whatever we win
I play
Until I have won and then I re-win