33(3)
Sydneyintheory
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Yo, I arrived one year closer to God Toast to my odds, memories broken in shards I'm focusing with hope in my heart Most of me far, the rest of me here I'm supposed to be hard Hardened by the shit that set me apart But still I cope with the bars One glass half full and I'm drinking it slow Toasting to the inches I grow They try to dispose the rose concrete that I mold Soaking for show an Ode to my Old Told from the flow of a real nigga Don't wonder if I'm still with ya I'm still with ya, I'ma keep it really real with ya Picture and frame, gotta stick to my name P as in what? I'm glad that you came We back, 33, back in the game From beneath the rock like it's Easter Sunday Some say you'll get it one way or another, pump-fake To the rim, I'ma get it in My overall on Hall of Fame, I am still him I'm gonna try and get to you I don't care what it takes, you know Yo, I stay with a bitch on me Ignorance is bliss, they ain't tell you knowing is this lonely But listen, I'm your big homie How it is is how it is, don't trip homie Stick to the script, know your role, only get to the chips Foley sound like summer breeze She holding a grip on me Doley, she ride on the poley That thing pokey, she sit soaky Show me what you got
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