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Uh huh
The World is yours
Kiamo the Don
Yeah, the neighborhood hero
Life been therapy
I'm just sittin' with myself
Shootin' in the parks
Them hoop dreams faded away
Used to have sport dreams
Now he went through a phase
Sideline story, sip a 40, gettin' him drunk
Grandma died, them blood clots
Got caught in her lungs
A lot of friends killin' friends, yeah
They beefin' over blocks again
OG and them essays, I guarantee I'm lockin' in
Rose out the concrete
I wrote my name on it
And I'ma die a martyr
You could put my chain on it
You a slave for your masters, you could put your chain on it?
Dancin' with the devil
I could feel the flames on it
The East Coast Nipsey, by the way
I got us unified
Beefin' with yourself if you really think it's you and I
You don't understand my callin, understand I'm God sent
Talkin' on these tracks again, prayin' up while I vent
Face tats on my homie
But I still see their hearts though
Yellow tape that Ghetto Bird, I'm still speakin' art though
Picasso paintin pictures with my third eye
You don't see where the bird flies, but where the bird dies
Nigga I'm from Midtown, close your eyes
See what I'm talkin' bout
Ask my cousin Naz, if you really
Call me
Call me Malc
I'm just Lil' Pop, the real Kiamo, really bought the house
Got my city up again, Passaic was really in a drought
I'm a legend nigga, I'm a livin' one
I'm a legend nigga, I'm a livin' one
I'm a legend nigga, I'm a livin' one
I'm a legend nigga, I'm a livin' one
Shout out my mama, yeah, she told me I was really one
Where I reside
I must confide into some millions
Truth is real, let it heal, feelings on conceal
Wounds deep, pray to heal, hope that y'all just keep it real