1] From the block to the top, Buddha in the sock Only thing changed now is we ain't runnin' out of stock Used to beg mom for lunch money used to run from me when pockets was dust bunnies Now what's funny is we came up and conquered Even the lookin' bonkers from Compton to Yonkers Though gangstas grill, I tell 'em keep 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 spitter or a quitter the trigger Approaching his prey, his bigger stop to consider what's right or wrong Because it's liquor that's inside his liver
But just daily routine The are cooped fiends Whether the hoops or the booth, niggas shoot Better choose the right Cause you could think you're cool with nice things But get clean for ice cream when the lights beam
2] Traded in my for a new mic I it's safe to say he sold soul for his new life Like they were 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' she want me reach my aims in life, but just stay in sight So I'm shootin' for my dreams, hit the and it boost my esteem The Pro Era crew in them fiends by the boat load Nigga caught a wave and now he surfin' They don't feel the name but say the music dope though Fuck it, that's how it's supposed to go, bloggers too emotional They'll be postin' you until labels start you By then, it's wild late and I'll be where I lay Cause I'd rather see the top to be livin' where I lay Imbalances in my Kundalini, they tryna put two my beanie Wish you well, to poof a genie
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