1] From the block to the top, Buddha in the sock Only that changed now is we ain't runnin' out of stock Used to beg mom dukes for lunch Honeys used to run from me when pockets was dust Now what's funny is we done up and conquered Even the future lookin' bonkers Compton to Yonkers Though them gangstas grill, I tell 'em that drama away Don't fuck 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 eyes Won't stop to what's right or wrong Because it's hard liquor that's inside his
But just daily routine The are cooped fiends Whether the hoops or the booth, 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 lights
2] Traded in my for a new mic I guess it's safe to say he soul for his new life Like they were tryna blind us, but we know the true They didn't see us find the diviners So now we hit the vines up day and On the regular, I know my 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 my esteem The Pro Era crew recruitin' in them by the boat load Nigga caught a and now he surfin' coastal They don't feel the name but they say the dope though it, that's how it's supposed to go, these bloggers too emotional They'll be postin' you labels start inter-scopin' you By then, wild 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, tryna put two through my beanie Wish you well, to poof a genie
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