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that I rap, nigga
Used to scribble rhymes in school and flip the page back, nigga
I had to put on a act, nigga
Cause my cuzzo was throwing gang signs
I

the good shit the getting even hood shit
Three AM street walkers looking for a good lick
Never was a good kid quick to rule bend
Full clips grenade hobbyist

through the dirt
Life a book I write it one page at time
I fill it up with who I really am inside
Fro unstoppable I'm stepping on the gas
Pulling up you in

Scratching my bug blisters, I feel on my blood the knees of a fallen fire 
Stabbed by the archetypes, my present is feeling unhappy and cried 
Maybe

the city when popo's creep
They see my face on the street and it's ringing a bell
I'm making it viral
They hang on my words
It's like every verse that I

empty
Except the rolled daily news also impatiently waiting for your attention
Who am I not to believe?
I couldn't wait to sit & write my day out for you

give a fuck about nada
Playing in the streets
Then it came basketball and 2k
Started watching NBA
Just more fun on the way
Snow battles in winter
Now

walking on the sunny side of the street again
cnd I found myself surrounded by the 
Darkness of my truest fears
I know without a doubt you would be there

Once upon a time there was a little girl
She wandered empty streets at night left out alone
Once at a time, she gains courage slow
Step by step,

back I'll be waiting-

Empty words you tell me with unbridled rage
My book is written in tears and you're on a page
I'm not perfect and I made mistakes

I dare you to run me down
Or maybe try and keep pace with me now
I've spent more years than I am old, all talk
I'm an old man taking sweet time

feel just how you wanna feel, cause I don't give a fuck
I walk the street at night to find some peace, just thinkin' bout some bucks
And just in case I

We gone cash this mind
Daym right, Daym right
Back to the jungle
We gone cash this mind
Daym right, Daym right

Time passes
Street lamps it's
3am bout

on a page
Just be writting the verse But the track never lays
I blame it all on the curse Till I pass by the graves
& to make the shit worse pictured what I

how you up in change
Actin' like my bitch, when I went broke, you just switched the page

I'm clutchin' on my pistol as I'm drivin' like I'm in a war

I'm losing my mind in this place as I await on your call
Laughing in the rain, now I can't even explain
How we came to life again
Turns my page, the way

Crippled City

I am the book you stole in the library
Write a new chapter of violence into me:
Brutal agression in dark empty streets
Cheering

I am better than bitter haters
Sick of commentators
Run and catch ya later
Your threats are only lamer
Every second that you say em
But I dont mean

in the summer
New York niggas only call you for the come up she always want the top floor view panorama
Back of the page top of the list oincuga walk

Hey Gram why you chillin by yourself
I don't know I'm feeling stuck shit I think I need some help
Spark a blunt, grab a cup then we chillin

by the night without a key
These white slots

Like you know when a blank page is just a key
You know, you know that I was wrong
Love is no timer
Yeah

to know better, harder than the moon phase
That's how you turn a phrase, I wake up, burn a page, wealthy but underpaid
I feel it everyday, I feel it in my

rich
Barely gettin' by
Just another day, more bills I can't pay
Nothin' going my way

Oooh down in LA
Oooh down in LA

She's a wanna be up on the screen

Bitch I am the champ
Za got me going
I'm lit like a lamp
Goin' ape shit on this hoe
I just do what I want
When you other niggas do what you can
I'm