I woke up at noon, man, the struggle is real I had to tell the butler how I wanted my meal I know what it’s like when the Wi-Fi is slow In the back of the Maybach with nowhere to go I’m just like you, I put my pants on one leg at a time Except my pants are Italian and cost a grand in their prime We’re all in the same boat, just drifting at sea (Though mine has a helipad and a jetski or three) I’m a man of the people, I’m a friend of the crowd I’d come down and join you, but it’s far too loud I’m so relatable, can’t you see I’m just a regular version of me I understand the grind I understand the pain— Of having to wait for my private plane Yeah, we’re the same, we’re heart to heart As long as we’re at least fifty feet apart Look, I get it, I know about the 9-to-5 I’ve got nine staff members keeping me alive By 5:00 pm, I’m exhausted, I’m drained From picking out the color of the marble, ingrained In the floor of the foyer—it’s a heavy-duty life I almost had to carry my own bags, what a strife I’m down in the trenches, I’m right in the mud Well, I saw a picture of mud, and it curdled my blood But I’m "authentic," I’m "raw," and I’m "true" I’m exactly the same as a person like you I’m so relatable, can’t you see I’m just a regular version of me I understand the grind I understand the pain— Of having to wait for my private plane I drove my own car once, it was quite the event I didn't know what "regular unleaded" meant I saw a person in line at the bank—it was wild I haven't seen a queue since I was a child You guys are so brave, living life on a budget If I see a price tag, I usually smudge it I’m "one of the boys," I’m "part of the crew" I’d buy you a beer, but I don't carry "blue" I’m salt of the earth, I’m the dirt on the street From the window of a suite where the air is real sweet I know what it’s like to have nothing at all I know the feeling of a cold, empty plate It’s a struggle! It’s a hustle! It’s a genuine grind To be this much better than the rest of mankind Does this sound humble yet I’m so relatable, can’t you see I’m just a regular version of me I understand the grind I understand the pain— Of having to wait for my private plane Yeah, we’re the same, we’re heart to heart As long as we’re at least fifty feet apart We're all the same Call security. Don't touch the jacket, it's silk
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