ernee

you don't even look like a man

you know what i'm saying

so you don't really need the money but at the same time

it's so hard growing up in the hood

people don't really understand

everybody got their mom's and they pops and they got they catholic schools

and they got their brothers and their little dog scruffy

in they backyard

but it's not like that in brooklyn

this is dedicated to all my ghetto men

and lady friends

those in the hood that ain't doing what they should

and i recall this one

the incompatible capital?

yo ever since i was a snot-nose

i grew up close to kosciusko

got mad ho's that got mad low if you had known

same wars sneaking through back doors with they backs on

my back yo

bet you got played like banjo's

i admit it

i'm an asshole

mess your day up like bad jokes

or bad joe no bad shows

i think it's best you know five o's

el diablo

keep one eye closed till your shine grows your fine soul

the pines roll and my minds blown

i meditate the elevated to another fucking time zone

fly in the astral planes

but still i have to train

if no one gets the picture then that must mean that you can't be framed

i know you think that life is sweet

sweet

not in these streets

streets

when you see blood up on the concrete

been working on these projects

and these projects where i'm from

bed-stuy

brooklyn

life ain't promised where i'm from

i'm from the slums where you don't run son

live by the gun

die by the gun

some catch the street smarts and some dumb

some of them feel me but some numb

all i can say is

one love to the young thugs getting their lungs strung

ever since a kid all i wanted to do is play

got a little older

found out about the game

ain't care about the fame all i wanted was a name

dreaming big ever since i was a shorty

ever since a kid all i wanted to do is play

got a little older

found out about the game

ain't care about the name all i wanted was the fame

dreaming big ever since i was a shorty

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they been like 'dirty this is real life shit

' oh yeah

i'm just a cool laid back nigga

no beach chair

dirty san from brooklyn

what is not clear

and my people interfere because they're not scared

little kids kick rocks with miss-matched socks

it hurt to kick it

drinking quarter-waters

money is liquid

been looking for the golden ticket

them april showers fooled me

all month living gloomy

flowers may never bloom

black petunia

tune your radios into the radio-activist

throwing up half a. i been living on the edge

my legs are dangling off of a ledge

fuck school

i seek knowledge

god mind

it takes one to know who to acknowledge

got these suicidal thoughts like christopher wallace

that's that

do or die mentality

women that call me sweet

end up with bad cavities

somebody call the pope

beast coast about calamity

just cause you're my neighbour

that don't mean that we're close

eyes open

look close into the future

to my mexicanos truchas or medusa

you gone face these streets flooded with snakes and leaches

and they can suck me

i been corrupted

by the creaming peaches

i'm mutant leaving em' speechless

looking for the top but we don't know where the peak is

fuck your weakness

your weekend

47 speaking

ever since a kid all i wanted to do is play

got a little older

found out about the game

ain't care about the fame all i wanted was a name

dreaming big ever since i was a shorty

ever since a kid all i wanted to do is play

got a little older

found out about the game

ain't care about the name all i wanted was the fame

dreaming big ever since i was a shorty