You know we gettin' this boof and paint it But sometimes you gotta take your time to
*** the brush
It's complicated how I came up You could come up but can't change up
Only the soft niggas change tough Rather not give it up and get flamed up
I'm on the block, get your name up My * rang bells, your * rang what?
Gold tooth grin checkin' my pager It ain't Kim but Ice Cube was
major Every night your life's in slight danger
We watchin' every whip go by That LP had us so high
Dark chocolate smoke in the sky Dark ENJ had us all * up
Guns on tuck and we all with the stuff You callin' on guard, tryna call my bluff
Long story short, it was rough That was a short story, I grew up
Got tired of the sirens and the cuffs
Tired of the styrofoam cups Tired of feelin' tired, that's enough
I opened up rhyme books, I was jotting in See the whole hood knew how I got it in
Said, what's up?
But no chillin' on the block with them Booked some studios, started lockin' in
And I wrote my way out that bitch I can't believe I made it out that bitch
Funny thing I got about that * Just by rappin' bout that *
The money went to lickin' guns Feel like I grew up in a arms race
Made it out by God's grace I was caught between a rock and a hard place
Just kept rollin' Ended up on boardwalk in Park Place
Ended up on boardwalk in Park Place Ended up on boardwalk in Park Place
Standin' on the scariest block My niggas had a nefarious plot
I was with it Cops had the area locked
But forget it I still hustle and carry a Glock
Can you dig it?
Can't even tell my mama what I done done Trigger finger squeezin' toward her son's
thumb Ain't no duckin' fades where I come from
But when you fightin' demons you can become one
Now it's your description on the cops radar Bodies drop, folks blame it on the AR
People never seein' things the way they are Instead they just see things the way they
are!
Had to share faith and go there Hopin' God ain't built a staircase to nowhere
Forgettin' all my sins like I didn't know em Tryna get them people off my back for the
rent I owe em Gather all my shortcomings, put em in a poem
Family wonder if I'm growin', maybe this is showin'
Drug deals make me think I get to lay calm Off keys like piano notes played wrong
I ain't a dealer, I'm a poet, didn't take long
To get the money, I'm a poet, didn't take long To get the money, I'm a poet, didn't take long
The money like a bigшun't gun Felt like I grew up in a arms race
Made it out by God's grace I was caught between a rock and a hard place
Just kept rollin', ended up on boardwalk in Park Place
Ended up on boardwalk in Park Place Ended up on boardwalk in Park Place
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