1] From the to the top, Buddha baggies in the sock thing that changed now is we ain't runnin' out of stock Used to beg mom dukes for money used to run from me when pockets was dust bunnies Now what's funny is we done up and conquered Even the future bonkers from Compton to Yonkers them gangstas grill, I tell 'em keep that drama away Don't fuck thieves, I like Jay so who sponsorin' the tape They launchin' out strays, I'm not to get sprayed Whether a spitter or a quitter the trigger Approaching his prey, his eyes Won't stop to consider right or wrong Because it's hard liquor that's inside his
But that's just daily The are cooped fiends Whether the hoops or the booth, niggas 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 safe to say he sold soul for his new life Like they were tryna blind us, but we the true designer They didn't see us find the diviners So now we hit the up day and night On the regular, I know my prayin' Like she want me reach my aims in life, but stay in sight So I'm shootin' for my dreams, hit the booth and it my esteem The Pro Era crew recruitin' in them by the boat load Nigga a wave and now he surfin' coastal They don't the name but they say the music dope though Fuck it, that's how it's supposed to go, these too emotional They'll be postin' you labels start inter-scopin' you By then, it's wild late and I'll be where I lay Cause I'd rather see the top than to be where I lay Imbalances in my Kundalini, tryna put two through my beanie Wish you well, tryin' to a genie
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