1] From the block to the top, Buddha baggies in the thing that changed now is we ain't runnin' out of stock Used to beg mom for lunch money Honeys used to run me when pockets was dust bunnies Now funny is we done came up and conquered Even the future lookin' bonkers from Compton to Though them gangstas grill, I tell 'em that drama away Don't 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 behind the Approaching his prey, his bigger Won't stop to what's right or wrong Because it's hard liquor inside his liver
But that's just routine The streets are fiends Whether the or the booth, niggas shoot dreams Better choose the scheme Cause you could think you're cool your nice things But get wiped clean for ice cream when the beam
2] Traded in my for a new mic I guess it's safe to say he sold soul for his new Like they tryna blind us, but we know the true designer didn't wanna 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 just in sight So I'm shootin' for my dreams, hit the booth and it boost my The Pro Era crew recruitin' in fiends by the boat load Nigga a wave and now he surfin' coastal They don't feel the name but they say the dope though Fuck it, how it's supposed to go, these bloggers too emotional They'll be postin' you until start inter-scopin' you By then, it's late and I'll be chillin' where I lay I'd rather see the top than 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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