I'd rather face the sky in the Caymans than face indictments of heavy when taking lightly ain't the way I take my rhyming maybe it's fate that drives me greatness I seek may never be achieved til the day that I cease I think of my peeps either in the grave or the pen or on the block pushing that rock like Payton to Kemp I gave you a glimpse of the way we exist my book of life though full of anguish pages I skip I write with a radiant wrist the nights is the way that I spit so much crack I gave you a brick and expected you'd question the weight of my shit it's so real you smell the stench of elevators with piss in feel the palm sweat from pumping all day on the bench and see fake niggas embrace men they say the resent they hear the door hit the floor I'm straight off the hinges food for thought a lot of niggas ate off my strength now they thirst my deep dishes (deep dishes) keep wishing sleep isn't a trait of street niggas live off strength yet a strong case could break a weak nigga see it's different when facing adversity my verses and deep lyrics became realer from gained wisdom
Born and raised where real niggas are legendary some are present others in state pens and cemeteries niggas be struggling so hustling is necessary unless you got a mean jump shot I seen niggas nice at ball pump rock and not get drafted in the NBA they laying up in a casket every rhyme I say is classic like episodes of Sanford and Son at my man crib where we had the stash hid right next to the gat with the red light feds might be listening hoping that my shit ain't air tight yeah right I'm a shine I'm the street personified niggas ain't built to see the I'll grief and homicide real recognize real fake can't relate to how I feel I could say names but I'm a chill yo we dreamed to beat poverty when Benny Blanko pop Carlito I shot the screen I've got to be one of the realest niggas I talk it cause I lived it from the kitchen with the raw to the courtroom sentence to the dorm holding the horn rocking fila slippers thoughts will never end unless it's what I intended
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I'd rather face the sky in the Caymans than face indictments of heavy when taking lightly ain't the way I take my rhyming maybe it's fate that drives me greatness I seek may never be achieved til the day that I cease I think of my peeps either in the grave or the pen or on the block pushing that rock like Payton to Kemp I gave you a glimpse of the way we exist my book of life though full of anguish pages I skip I write with a radiant wrist the nights is the way that I spit so much crack I gave you a brick and expected you'd question the weight of my shit it's so real you smell the stench of elevators with piss in feel the palm sweat from pumping all day on the bench and see fake niggas embrace men they say the resent they hear the door hit the floor I'm straight off the hinges food for thought a lot of niggas ate off my strength now they thirst my deep dishes (deep dishes) keep wishing sleep isn't a trait of street niggas live off strength yet a strong case could break a weak nigga see it's different when facing adversity my verses and deep lyrics became realer from gained wisdom
Born and raised where real niggas are legendary some are present others in state pens and cemeteries niggas be struggling so hustling is necessary unless you got a mean jump shot I seen niggas nice at ball pump rock and not get drafted in the NBA they laying up in a casket every rhyme I say is classic like episodes of Sanford and Son at my man crib where we had the stash hid right next to the gat with the red light feds might be listening hoping that my shit ain't air tight yeah right I'm a shine I'm the street personified niggas ain't built to see the I'll grief and homicide real recognize real fake can't relate to how I feel I could say names but I'm a chill yo we dreamed to beat poverty when Benny Blanko pop Carlito I shot the screen I've got to be one of the realest niggas I talk it cause I lived it from the kitchen with the raw to the courtroom sentence to the dorm holding the horn rocking fila slippers thoughts will never end unless it's what I intended
Born and raised where real niggas are legendary some are present others in state pens and cemeteries niggas be struggling so hustling is necessary unless you got a mean jump shot I seen niggas nice at ball pump rock and not get drafted in the NBA they laying up in a casket every rhyme I say is classic like episodes of Sanford and Son at my man crib where we had the stash hid right next to the gat with the red light feds might be listening hoping that my shit ain't air tight yeah right I'm a shine I'm the street personified niggas ain't built to see the I'll grief and homicide real recognize real fake can't relate to how I feel I could say names but I'm a chill yo we dreamed to beat poverty when Benny Blanko pop Carlito I shot the screen I've got to be one of the realest niggas I talk it cause I lived it from the kitchen with the raw to the courtroom sentence to the dorm holding the horn rocking fila slippers thoughts will never end unless it's what I intended