1] From the to the top, Buddha baggies in the sock Only thing that changed now is we runnin' out of stock Used to beg mom dukes for money Honeys used to run 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 with 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 his prey, his eyes bigger Won't stop to consider what's or wrong Because it's hard that's inside his liver
But just daily routine The are cooped fiends Whether the hoops or the booth, niggas shoot Better choose the scheme Cause you think you're cool with your nice things But get wiped clean for ice when the lights beam
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 wanna see us find the diviners So now we hit the up day and night On the regular, I know my momma Like she want me reach my in life, but just stay in sight So I'm shootin' for my dreams, hit the booth and it boost my 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 music dope Fuck it, that's how it's supposed to go, these bloggers too They'll be postin' you until start inter-scopin' you By then, it's wild late and be chillin' where I lay I'd rather see the top than to be livin' where I lay Imbalances in my Kundalini, they put two through my beanie Wish you well, tryin' to poof a
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