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 dukes for lunch Honeys to run from me when pockets was dust bunnies Now what's is we done came up and conquered Even the future lookin' bonkers from Compton to Though them gangstas grill, I tell 'em keep that drama Don't fuck with thieves, I like Jay so who sponsorin' the They out strays, I'm tryin' not to get sprayed Whether a or a quitter behind the trigger his prey, his eyes bigger Won't stop to consider right or wrong Because it's hard liquor that's inside his
But that's just routine The streets are cooped Whether the or the booth, niggas shoot dreams Better choose the right Cause you could think you're cool with your nice But get wiped clean for ice cream the lights beam
2] Traded in my for a new mic I guess it's safe to say he sold for his new life Like they were blind us, but we know the true designer They didn't wanna see us find the So now we hit the up day and night On the regular, I my momma prayin' Like she want me my aims in life, but just stay in sight So I'm shootin' for my dreams, hit the booth and it boost my The Pro Era crew in them fiends by the boat load Nigga a wave and now he surfin' coastal They feel the name but they say the music dope though Fuck it, how it's supposed to go, these bloggers too emotional They'll be postin' you labels start inter-scopin' you By then, it's late and I'll be chillin' where I lay Cause I'd see the top than to be livin' where I lay Imbalances in my Kundalini, they tryna put two through my Wish you well, to poof a genie
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