1] From the to the top, Buddha baggies in the sock Only thing that changed now is we ain't runnin' out of Used to beg mom dukes for lunch Honeys used to run me when pockets was dust bunnies Now what's funny is we done up and conquered Even the future bonkers from Compton to Yonkers Though them gangstas grill, I tell 'em that drama away fuck with thieves, I like Jay so who sponsorin' the tape They launchin' out strays, I'm tryin' not to get Whether a or a quitter behind the trigger Approaching his prey, his eyes stop to consider what's right or wrong Because it's liquor that's inside his liver
But that's daily routine The streets are cooped the hoops or the booth, niggas shoot dreams Better choose the right Cause you could think you're with your nice things But get wiped clean for ice cream when the lights
2] Traded in my for a new mic I guess it's safe to say he sold soul for his new they were tryna blind us, but we know the true designer They wanna see us find the diviners So now we hit the up day and night On the regular, I my momma prayin' Like she me reach my aims in life, but just stay in sight So I'm for my dreams, hit the booth and it boost my esteem The Pro Era crew in them fiends by the boat load Nigga a wave and now he surfin' coastal They don't feel the but they say the music dope though it, that's how it's supposed to go, these bloggers too emotional They'll be postin' you until labels start you By then, it's wild late and be chillin' where I lay Cause I'd see the top than to be livin' where I lay in my Kundalini, they tryna put two through my beanie Wish you well, tryin' to a genie
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