You know I keep my eyes wide,
Eastside fly guy,
Flatbush tie -dye,
Purple label bow -tie,
Shoot straight cross -eyed,
Gold gun, golden eyes,
See police, slow to rise.
I had a bitch with the flies,
barracks, I broke her heart,
Used to call me
Escobar,
Skin fade, waves with the part,
We dressed alike,
but our mind was on dif ferent
levels, I drove her crazy till the chain broke,
Switchin' gears, foot on the pedal,
I'm goin' forward, fuck outta here
I blow a kiss and I got her,
I never have to stare
Who usin' stairs just to
escalate a style?
Spent hot lines,
I charge a fee when you start to dial up
You niggas boo -boo,
bendy when you gotta cut
I got a scarface,
forever feelin' tough
My heart, punk, bravado, since
Eddie
Jones
Cedric
Sabalos, before
Kobe went to
L .A. and was poppin' bottles
For real, homie, from the 21 -2,
I'm with the realest of real
So what the fuck you gonna
do before I leave?
100 keep it to the
G's who come home with
JLIDs
I made some really poor decisions
A young and lost assistant
that strongly forced
a vision
Amongst us all was winning
Made a brother switch sports
From basketball to pitching
I baseballed just based
Trying to fall off
of the mechanical rack
Riding that glass pipe
I was on submission
From hand -in -handing it all
To phone calls,
commissions in one shot
Unclouded all my vision
My cousin gone, I miss him
They did him around my
way to this day
Feel like I'm paying the true cost of living
It's my fault they hit him, I pray the
Lord is with him
And when it rained it poured,
feds came storming
And then I escaped indictment,
but my boys all in prison
I was left with this pen in my hand,
telling my damn story
Feeling it's a way to repent
and get to pass off me
So I scribble in this pass awfully,
knowing there's a reason
I got one more shot, demand glory
Yo, you know niggas never play like that, like,
like, like, like
Chris
Angel and that
David
Blaine nigga, but
That real shit that real niggas feel,
you feel me, don't buy it
you