Yo, you smell that? It smell like coke Like that sweet from the coke, you know, when it's burning Yo, yo, yo
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Street taught wisdom If you talk shit, four-fif might lift him He was breathin' but he knew he wasn't livin' Corner gave him what his moms couldn't give him Little paper now the ladies give him rhythm Till they bracelet him and place him in the prison Now everyday he wasting, facing his decision
Never slept, never had a day dream Repped like the A-Team Finally passed math fucking with that trey beam Unruly, moms threw me out when I was eighteen By then, addicted to guns, like a straight fiend Went to hang with 'Vaughn and [?] how to make cream D's couldn't say my legal name, street fame called me Kaseem I'm far from [?] I dodge hard but the jakes scheme They hungrily come at me Wanna see me in State greens Had a real swagger, not a fake lean My main theme to cake sister baked bean I been to battles where damage was minimal Cried when Theodore died, then I went to my first interview If I was still in the game, y'all niggas be dinner, too
Two - four - seven - three - six - five Two - four - seven - three - six - five I'm from 'round the block, pump 'round the clock Two - four - seven - three - six - five Two - four - seven - three - six - five
I love a block that don't love me real Hold it down with different color steel Riskin' my life like I'mma get a couple mil Did it to the limit, left a bloody trail Hustled for years, still not enough to front for bail (ayo, get ten percent) My rhymes are heart and memory Got energy, hard extremities Don't walk tenderly in my park viscinity (get 'em) Cash, guns and drugs - it's that dark trinity My squad assembly move with [?] Tennessee Smart friend, smart enemy Wasn't real drama at the start of century That cold stare in my eye marks intensity Kev almost got hit with the dart meant for me First scam was with the credit card, spent a g Easy money, I was marred instantly Knew I'd be in the street selling jars
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Street taught wisdom If you talk shit, four-fif might lift him He was breathin' but he knew he wasn't livin' Corner gave him what his momz couldn't give him Little paper now the ladies give him rhythm Till they bracelet him and place him in prison Now everyday he wasting, facing his decisionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
