Local Train (feat. ANKHLEJOHN)
Don Smith
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Shoulder pain, all my life Holdin' poles, ridin' that local train Yeah, up close and personal Yeah, look This skully could turn to a ski-mask, real quick Yeah, Harlem, look I got shoulder pain All my life, holdin' poles Riding that local train Too many stops and faces could make you go insane Same city, they know you ball But don't know your lane Cold winters, that mean they jackin' niggas coats again Ah man, all my life Riding that local train Too many stops and faces could make you go insane Same city, they know you ball But don't know your lane Cold winters, that mean they ja- Back on my bully I spit this shit with both hands on my hoodie This for the niggas who bough the ski-mask Instead of the skully The bread get stale every moment you lookin' Hesitation get you smoked like a fan of Kid Cudi Get comfty being uncomfortable City snow turn your forces ugly too, Got a fresh pair when the spring start to bloom Bummy and hungry too Still made section figures Workin' till I got bands on my wrist like I'm Reggie Miller Freezing in my jeans in the crib You see my face breathin' Eatin' Goya beans out the can in front the space heater My mans waitin' on a pack Hopin' it don't snow or rain Niggas coppin loosies from the store just to get warm again Steppin' in the snow just get some shit off I'm startin' to think maybe these crack heads don't ever get cold Some niggas I really f*ck with that I gotta love from afar I don't always dap in December I say what up with a nod The last two times I saw mom I gave her hugs from the car I ain't been making time from anything But money, that's all For real And my mom know not to take that bar personal either MTA got a nigga fucked up for real, this shit crazy I got shoulder pain All my life, holdin' poles Riding that local train Too many stops and faces could make you go insane Same city, they know you ball But don't know your lane Cold winters, that mean they jackin' niggas coats again Ah man, all my life Riding that local train Too many stops and faces could make you go insane Same city, they know you ball But don't know your lane Cold winters, that mean they jackin' niggas coats again Ah man, all my life Riding that local train Yeah No whip, I was soaked in rain Rottweilers with the golden fangs I got 'em chained inside of a cage My nigga leveled up soon as I sold him game You niggas Frank Ocean with the novocaine You sort of became one of us But you ain't know the lane I'm so ashamed The world got heavy on my back Gave me a shoulder pain I watched my uncle Put dope inside his veins Before he did it, he set the scene straight Put on some Frankie Beverly and Maze I was at a young age, so amazed Some how I dodged toxicity I keep two pistols at a close proximity A artist with artillery, nigga I was prepared, I know y'all sent for me Your man kind of nervous Sweatin', looking like he's ready to sing symphonies F*ck flower bouquets She want diamonds from Tiffany's Laid my baby down Give him a kiss from me Man if his pops left this Earth today Just know he made history Some shit these niggas wish to be You hear me though Lordy On that local train On the green line with it Southside shit Blue line, it don't matter where I'm from man I'm from, I'm from DC nigga WMATA
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