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Yeah, yeah,

You was born in the eighties, pops drove a
Did a bid, home to some grown ass kid
Crack baby, turn to young thug, description fit you,
Look around it hit you, no joke, I wanna pistol fight with you
Shit comes faster than you think
Blood and white chalk makes pink, so that make you?
Become a creature of habitat, the cat
Won't see where at, or where it's goin'

The waits for no one
been through it from Ewings to Buicks, to body viewings
Car chases to cases, to fly vacations
From wanting it all, to being the object of your
Imagination is what lack
It stops niggaz from gettin'
Feelin' trapped on the with loose cracks
Wisdom is for the survival of the street's disciple

the day you were born
Starring out, a disciple
You had that gleam in eye
of the projects
From the day you born
Street's
Yeah, of the projects

Moonstruck stuck, slow as in my actions
That's compliments of a spliff in the night life
In my flight jacket, adrenaline heightened, mimickin'
After watchin' him cut up Ruddock
In the gutter, which was once ghetto is now ghetto scripture
Lookin' back at it, jobs from pretty crack addicts
Older Gods no static, told some lil' niggaz they can have it
Coke and toe-taggin'

They took Will, let me him, a live one
I think he was the true 'God's Son', not Jesus, but fearless
His ear was up on them sounds too, he'd hear
Not to his likin', and say, "Son they you"
He got to see my debut, wild-mannered
But wild with them hammers, frontin' couldn't stand it
Took him off the planet, us in 9-2
With the philosophy of what arms do, a true street's

From the day you born
Starring out, a young
You had that in your eye
of the projects
From the day you were
Street's
Yeah, of the projects

Plug the mics up, I'm to rock, knockin
Reminiscing of measuring pots of Pyrex, cook in the
Captain Hook to these infants, like my folks is still on the benches
Surrounded by and henchmen, was a killer convention
1991, son, gold on the facial, gun buck by the naval
Disciple could blaze you, we laced it with fluid
Rhymin' to all this time
Fightin' 'bout how and Rakim would do it

Seemed impossible to us we could ever leave
From the block, where the world was freezin'
Hell, if I ever let them shovel me, son, in this again, fuck these
Devil policemen, plush leathers, I need them, my freedom
Burners in bubble coats, fuck a sermon the neighborhood pope
He's sexing ho's, old fart, he's busting ones when he
Pelle Pelle's, young stretch mark bellies
Babies in a cycle, future disciples

From the day you were
Starring out, a disciple
You had that in your eye
of the projects
From the day you born
Disciple
Yeah, disciple of the