I done grab the mic and start spitting my life on these beats here the slums
Where the suspects run and the victims bleed here in the streets where you get into beef
Over that cheese here they put it on you then you running and got a cheese head passports to
The resorts you got to flee there from where they all hope that you blind and never see clear but
Peep here I learned to be quiet and have three ears and let your vision show you what's missing
And never be scared to violence stomachs is growling ain't no hot fries no chicken you're
Hit with a biscuit over some pot pies strip you for your Kanye sneaks because I couldn't cop mine
Then rob you for that four and a half so I could cop nine I swear I'm going hard out here I need a
High rise show my bars before I starve that's my mom's side make a call get them all touch that's
My pop side and then pray I get some better ways that's my god side I was doing bad on the ground
Now I'm the top guy flashbacks of me on the Ave by the stop sign I got dimes how many you need
She like I got nine come on auntie early in the morning why you drawn auntie told you yesterday
No shorts and you gone try me the good days was catching sales before we caught bodies and then I
Intercept the rap like hope them bulls sign me and get my niggas out the trap the ones that stood by
Me and pointed out who wasn't good by me walk with me never was bitching and sent them sparks with me
Ball with me for real I said no fallouts but fell off with me to get it back they had to crawl with me
And to this day they right here standing tall with me I said I swear this is not a dream
I'm on the phone with Ayanna bean on another plane with busy talking about a lot of cream
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