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 to run from me when pockets was dust bunnies Now what's is we done came up and conquered Even the future lookin' bonkers Compton to Yonkers Though them grill, I tell 'em keep that drama away Don't fuck with thieves, I Jay so who sponsorin' the tape They launchin' out strays, I'm 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 hard liquor that's inside his liver
But that's daily routine The streets are fiends Whether the hoops or the booth, niggas shoot choose the right scheme Cause you could you're cool with your nice things But get wiped for ice cream when the lights beam
2] Traded in my for a new mic I guess it's safe to say he sold soul for his new Like they were tryna blind us, but we know the true They wanna see us find the diviners So now we hit the vines up day and On the regular, I know my momma Like she me reach 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 recruitin' in fiends by the boat load Nigga caught a wave and now he 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 until start inter-scopin' you By then, it's late and I'll be chillin' 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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