1] From the block to the top, baggies in the sock Only thing that changed now is we ain't runnin' out of to beg mom dukes for lunch money Honeys used to run from me when was dust bunnies Now what's is we done came up and conquered Even the lookin' bonkers from Compton to Yonkers Though them gangstas grill, I tell 'em keep that drama Don't fuck thieves, I like Jay so who sponsorin' the tape launchin' out strays, I'm tryin' not to get sprayed Whether a spitter or a quitter behind the his prey, his eyes bigger Won't stop to consider what's or wrong Because it's hard liquor that's inside his
But that's just daily The are cooped fiends the hoops or the booth, niggas shoot dreams Better choose the right Cause you could think you're cool your nice things But get wiped clean for ice cream the lights beam
2] Traded in my for a new mic I guess it's to say he sold soul for his new life they were tryna blind us, but we know the true designer They didn't see us find the diviners So now we hit the vines up day and On the regular, I know my momma Like she want me reach my aims in life, but stay in sight So I'm shootin' for my dreams, hit the and it boost my esteem The Pro Era crew recruitin' in them fiends by the load Nigga caught a and now he surfin' coastal They feel the name but they say the music dope though Fuck it, that's how it's supposed to go, these bloggers too They'll be you until labels start inter-scopin' you By then, it's wild late and I'll be chillin' I lay Cause I'd rather see the top than to be livin' I lay in my Kundalini, they tryna put two through my beanie Wish you well, to poof a genie
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