1] From the block to the top, baggies in the sock Only thing that changed now is we runnin' out of stock Used to beg mom dukes for lunch Honeys used to run from me when pockets was bunnies Now what's funny is we came up and conquered Even the future lookin' bonkers from to Yonkers Though them gangstas grill, I tell 'em keep that drama 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 behind the trigger Approaching his prey, his eyes Won't stop to consider what's or wrong Because it's hard liquor that's inside his
But just daily routine The streets are cooped Whether the hoops or the booth, niggas dreams Better the right scheme Cause you could think you're cool your 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 tryna blind us, but we the true designer They didn't wanna see us 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 for my dreams, hit the booth and it boost my esteem The Pro Era recruitin' in them fiends by the boat load Nigga caught a wave and now he surfin' 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 until labels start you By then, wild 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, tryna put two through my beanie you well, tryin' to poof a genie
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