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Corna boy was active, he cut from a different fabric
Most niggas now pretend to live a life they've imagined
I live by certain morals you niggas lack to establish
Take you down that rabbit hole, it's a trip like it's acid
Stacking money for shit that I'm bagging in plastic
Money machine counter sound, defen the harassment
Tough through that key board, vwhen they really acting
Hot metal get to spitting now they lifting your casket
Your name ain't ringing no bells, we know you ain't shooter
Fabrication hallucinations don't measure the ruler
Snakes been on they mind, when truly they Medusa
Hit 'em with the 8 like a pool stick, now whose the loser
Impact clearer than VVS from the jeweler
Balling with the hustlas, for bets they putting the food up
Bout to school this youngn after school like Im a touter
Laugh In abundance, Rugers over power the rumors
Same ones that criticize, never jumped off the porch
Island of relevancy, leaving everybody scorched
Grown as man in these streets, why the real one's endorse
But Hate times that I had sit & pride took a loss
Luck is theory most depend on when in doubt
Know nothing about copping cain to reup on dope for a drought
Tuesday when them checks came…..we was up on the count
Double the price if I front you before Monday is out
Ima play that fiend and get every buck that he owe me
all the I took my losses, few was whowing with me
Or when i garbage dope, still got it off like poetry
2 licks got they ass beat, singing like jodeci
Peanut on parole, now they violate more
White man gives no Justice to niggas who been in the hole
another year from his son, wonder why daddy go
But when he came home, still his sons superhero
Bronx general, with memories thats ethereal
Move ethical, a testament to my testicals
Because I had the balls to be incredible,
Copped spray cans, then I bombed the streets with a better view
Stuffing pretzels through, where my legs went through,
Store owners didn't get a clue of my sketchy crew
Slept in the stair case to get me through, finally made it home
Moms didn't want to let me through, that was such a lesson & a blessing too
Sometimes I stayed at my friends house for dinner
Makes it more ill, pulling up the Benz out for winter, (skrt)
Teaching my baby boy to step out as winners
We left out beginners, now the check vouch for spitters
The illest, I wouldn't trade none of it,
Wouldn't be the man I am today if I aint come from it
This is soo comforting, even turned drug deals down
Own a school for lyricism, so the love heals now