[Intro: Tearz]
I exist in the shadows created by street lights
My life is charcoal sketches
Vandalizin' your oil-based watercolored world thoughts and insights
My life, my life, drama takes place underneath these street lights
No, no curtain, no script, no costumes
No playwright's direction, no, no dressin' rooms, no, no curtain calls
My, my dreams are my image overlooked by these street lights
As we, we struggle to find the space between the
The space between desperation and insanity
Loneliness in hell, hunger in street fights
Darkness in these street lights
Our, our souls play out underneath these street lights, man
Only a select few are granted fifteen minutes of fame though
We all run the same course through this man-made pitfall infested X-games
See, I-I've learned everything underneath these street lights
[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher]
The Butcher, I'm back recruitin'
We posted up like Olajuwon back from Houston
The streets, I adapted to it 'cause I was attracted to it
Took the I-95 from Dade to Massachusetts
You know how the trappers do it, blocks like Patrick Ewing
That coke turn to rock, when it's smoke, it go back to fluid
Deeper when the brains of the teacher don't match your students
Lease a few 100K out the streets, no tax included
Ain't ask for nothin', I never had to do it
I came home on schedule, ain't have to rat to do it
I play whatever she like, she start relaxin' to it
Before she unbutton my Louis, she gotta ask to do it
I'm not a regular nigga, y'all some petty lil' niggas
At eighteen, I had a plug and a federal sentence
You want my chain? Take it but end up dead if you get it
Black Suburban full of shooters ahead of the Sprinter
Uh-huh, look, you want it all, then hit me, I get more than fifty
You can meet me by the border down in Corpus Christi
My old bitch cold, sick, yeah, of course she miss me
But she knew her choice to leave was gon' cost eventually
I let these niggas think they were smarter
Without speakin', I drew the Mona Lisa up while they talkin'
Uh, now this where we gon' clean up the market
But when I had to flush, what, I just read in the toilet, ah
I exist in the shadows created by street lights
My life is charcoal sketches
Vandalizin' your oil-based watercolored world thoughts and insights
My life, my life, drama takes place underneath these street lights
No, no curtain, no script, no costumes
No playwright's direction, no, no dressin' rooms, no, no curtain calls
My, my dreams are my image overlooked by these street lights
As we, we struggle to find the space between the
The space between desperation and insanity
Loneliness in hell, hunger in street fights
Darkness in these street lights
Our, our souls play out underneath these street lights, man
Only a select few are granted fifteen minutes of fame though
We all run the same course through this man-made pitfall infested X-games
See, I-I've learned everything underneath these street lights
[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher]
The Butcher, I'm back recruitin'
We posted up like Olajuwon back from Houston
The streets, I adapted to it 'cause I was attracted to it
Took the I-95 from Dade to Massachusetts
You know how the trappers do it, blocks like Patrick Ewing
That coke turn to rock, when it's smoke, it go back to fluid
Deeper when the brains of the teacher don't match your students
Lease a few 100K out the streets, no tax included
Ain't ask for nothin', I never had to do it
I came home on schedule, ain't have to rat to do it
I play whatever she like, she start relaxin' to it
Before she unbutton my Louis, she gotta ask to do it
I'm not a regular nigga, y'all some petty lil' niggas
At eighteen, I had a plug and a federal sentence
You want my chain? Take it but end up dead if you get it
Black Suburban full of shooters ahead of the Sprinter
Uh-huh, look, you want it all, then hit me, I get more than fifty
You can meet me by the border down in Corpus Christi
My old bitch cold, sick, yeah, of course she miss me
But she knew her choice to leave was gon' cost eventually
I let these niggas think they were smarter
Without speakin', I drew the Mona Lisa up while they talkin'
Uh, now this where we gon' clean up the market
But when I had to flush, what, I just read in the toilet, ah
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