84 Steps (feat. CLOZE)

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My OG's left me young
Eskay leave
He probably would've left the gun
We ride til the last breathe
If I die today
I probably left a lung
If he ain't leave a fingerprint
He probably would've left a thumb
I'm from a place you just would never go
Where bodies drop poetically here
Just like the snow
Continuously handing out letters here
Like life for blow
Let my real niggas live
Let all my lifers go
Come visit pick up the pack
Let all my wifeys know
Tap the pack
Back to the wall
Cause niggas grimy though
Living life too fast
I just hope the time is slow
Clock ticking no telling
Whenever I'm a go
Nah I don't remember you
Where you from
Please remind me though
I'm from Delavan
Like late eighties
Early nineties though
Everywhere Chelsea to Cambridge
You couldn't find me though
Running trains on your little sister
Line kind of slow

This ain't no motherfucking sob story
This for real niggas
Who live with pain
Who died with glory
This for sending shorty to the store
To go buy a forty
This for little niggas
Who caught their first body for me
This ain't for motherfucking violins
This for those who just
Trying to buy their moms a Benz
It's heart broken
Like Carharts for cardigans
It's like where do I start
How can I start again

A small talk with moms
Will keep the shooter calm
On our way to P89's early
Where those addicted they keep shooting arms
Wearing shoes too small
Kingpins still recruiting pawns
We had a front row seat to the bloody
This is only for a few my bond
Get the money up
Cop mommy a house with new alarms
Come take a walk in our shoes nigga
The shoes is worn
Where we was living
They either knock you off
Or lead you wrong
We couldn't help where we was from nigga
Or where we was born
Poor us
Grew up on 84 steps
Real niggas sticking together
You know more or less
Oh I promise you there's not that many more that's left
They either get life sentences
Or waking up to more than death/
Slapped up every nigga we kicked it with here before we left
We trying to make it to the morning next
Don't hold your breathe
Them bullets a fold you
Leave you leaning on the Coldest steps
I'm from seven minus one
I seen it and I know the rest

This ain't no motherfucking sob story
This for real niggas
Who live with pain
Who died with glory
This for sending shorty to the store
To go buy a forty
This for little niggas
Who caught their first body for me
This ain't for motherfucking violins
This for those who just
Trying to buy their moms a Benz
It's heart broken
Like Carharts for cardigans
It's like where do I start
How can I start again

Schuele store runs for baggies blunts and clientele
These steps the closest thing to the Devil
Or inside hell
On my stoop
Lighting my lighter
You know drying L's
Running to the Galleria
Copping ones or buying twelves
On my corner
We learned mathematics
Science sells
Bitches gossip
Niggas gossip
People lie and tell
F*ck being carried by six
I need a divided twelve
Blame 84 Deerfield
I'm not just rhyming well
Where I'm from
Nigga David lost
Goliath fell
Finding a bitch that's faithful
Was easier than finding help
Pick your poison
From either smoking glass
Or tying belts
Catch me whenever wherever
I'm probably by myself
Get caught left in front of a barrel
Or right behind the cell
Del Ave check all the murals
Of where them bodies fell
Imaging a world my nigga
Where ain't nobody tell
And then the very thought
A fairytale my every thought

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