[Intro]
Uh, LA, uh huh, Chi Town, Philadelphia, PA
Hey now, uh, LA, yeah, Chi Town, Philadelphia, PA
[Verse 1]
Listen, pick any city, the South side, the outside
It isn't pretty, the tots cryin’ and shots fired
Protection there be the lopsided, cop kind
You see the scene of a crime like every stop sign
My section of twenty-one pound is downtown
They walkin' 'round wit’ the guns out, it's wild how
The youngings dumb proud, followin' the crowd now
Leading the blind with they minds up in the Soundcloud
Ain't a lotta sunshine when you on a frontline
Listenin' to that ghetto drumline, duckin' one-time
Thinkin' how the Devil doesn't tire, even sometimes
Wonderin’ how the fuck could one’s rhyme be this unkind
Everybody cold to me, seeming through this bullshit
The only thing that sold to me bein' told, we should hold on
Gettin’ old to me I'm about to buckle
'Cause holdin' tight got my hands fully white-knuckled
And to be honest, tomorrow is not promised
Whether you on the streets of Chicago or Botswana
You gotta be rock solid, not to be outsmarted
The rise from rock-bottom to one of the top scholars
I never ask what’s the secret of success
With a target on your back and a scarlet on your chest
Listen, just get it, not a minute to rest
This is not a test, settle for the best, nothin' less, dig it
Uh, LA, uh huh, Chi Town, Philadelphia, PA
Hey now, uh, LA, yeah, Chi Town, Philadelphia, PA
[Verse 1]
Listen, pick any city, the South side, the outside
It isn't pretty, the tots cryin’ and shots fired
Protection there be the lopsided, cop kind
You see the scene of a crime like every stop sign
My section of twenty-one pound is downtown
They walkin' 'round wit’ the guns out, it's wild how
The youngings dumb proud, followin' the crowd now
Leading the blind with they minds up in the Soundcloud
Ain't a lotta sunshine when you on a frontline
Listenin' to that ghetto drumline, duckin' one-time
Thinkin' how the Devil doesn't tire, even sometimes
Wonderin’ how the fuck could one’s rhyme be this unkind
Everybody cold to me, seeming through this bullshit
The only thing that sold to me bein' told, we should hold on
Gettin’ old to me I'm about to buckle
'Cause holdin' tight got my hands fully white-knuckled
And to be honest, tomorrow is not promised
Whether you on the streets of Chicago or Botswana
You gotta be rock solid, not to be outsmarted
The rise from rock-bottom to one of the top scholars
I never ask what’s the secret of success
With a target on your back and a scarlet on your chest
Listen, just get it, not a minute to rest
This is not a test, settle for the best, nothin' less, dig it
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