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An old school hip-hop head with a futuristic flow & unique style.
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Hook x2
monkey see monkey do who the fuck are you?
learn who you are be a star true to who...?
yaself ya fam the man upstairs branch out
mash out run shit cut out the dumb shit
Verse 1
Growing up in a broken home it's common i know
but the damage it’s so subtle when it takes hold
Imbedded on my soul love negated
little did i know i was set to imitate it
aided by them older cats and what they ass had
whips and neighborhood bitches i was trash-bag
happy on the outside but i was shredded within
everyday all up in the mirror stickin' out my chest & my chin
i could see me in adidas i needed me a bomber
eleven yrs old gettin weeded wit my moma
I’m a bad muthafucka just like those doods (pointing)
if only i could hang i could show em this cold juice
then soon i got the op.(opportunity) to show and prove me
we robbed a couple of cribs and then dipped with that jewelry
but the only thing i got for doing that crime
community service group homes and juvy time...
hook x1
Verse 2
graduated from the group homes my focus im gonna find it
back on the streets back in school still criminal minded
grindin' like a rebel pitchfork shovel style
stabbin em in the back with that evil unraveling that
i aint tryin to hear that shit off the pulpit
i'm lookin to find my folks so we could party n bullshit
I’m actin' big dog but Chuckie just a boy
oblivious to the fact i was lookin to fill a void
destroyin' pain escapin through the paper chase
drug runnin then bringin the money back to my mans place
at mach 3 look at me movin speed i'm hot
kickin rocks for another mans block…..
hook x2
Verse 3
Still wilin' out in the party scene hand full of green
skinny women on dick i'm flippin it like i was the crop of the cream
but oh no i'm slippin and yo
oh no i choked his flow
oh no i smoked his dope oh no i cant go
back and face the music Ronnie’s gonna bust me in the mouth
but instead he welcomed me back into his house we wasn’t mad
understood my condition a young hood sick with addiction
playin a brand new position dead in the kitchen
my eye balls slowly moving left to right
watchin the smoke float through the glass pipe
i got next big Ronnie said i could get a freebie
so let go of the flame mayne stop being greedy
enie-meni-miny-moe who's next to loose they soul?
over a controlled substance that’l eclipse ya sustenance
hold on the clock still got a lot of ticks left
hit eject! Jet generation (X) exit out.....
hook x2
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