Rough draft

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Rough draft
Raw as a bone marrow autograph
In broad daylight
Harsh enough to scar your mask
They took the easiest path
I made the hardest dash
Showed them the ultimate light
But they regard it as a flash
Where your partner at?
What would you do if your brother got your back?
Nothing? Exactly
On my corner, it was tough like acne
Tried to turn my borough into Buckingham Abbey
But it's more to life than getting sucked in a Hummer truck
Since a young kid, I gave no crap, it's a bummer, bruh
You only see my weak points, let me sum 'em up
I need help, no crutch
It ain't fair, so what?
My wits got you so stuck
 
Middle of the city
snipies on the rooftop
Cops on patrol
Undercover blue tops
Brothers in the staircase
Arguin' over loot drops
Dreams of the ball team
Want to shoot hoops
Hop off the stoop, duke
neighbors always shooting' 'over rent
The blue coupe
single moms singing in the choir band
Dads with the black mags
Home with the back spasms
Pull out the book of the month
and start spazzin'
"I could have been a Rockefeller if I wanted"
This how I feel when my dinner gettin' funded
Out with my folks
The whole family haunted
House all the way out in the country, off Summit
And the best don't come for a month, though
But the rest don't come with a stunt double
And I must be the guy that rap need, though
When the time is right, you get one goal
 
Who you know rockin' tracks that Uncle A
With a deal of backpack and a polo (Yeah)
On the street of the South, my dojo (Ayy)
Uncle A, never gon' fold (Uh)
And we keep that pot on stove (Uh)
Like this everyday, man, I can't save the day (Uh)
'Cause I just can't behave
All I do is misbehave, uh
All I do is misbehave, uh
'Cause I can't behave
All I do is misbehave, uh
 
what type of games is bein' played?
What type of fades is bein' given?
For the lies that they tell, I can see 'em in his eyes
All the truths he done hid in 'em
You lose your honor in a sec' for disrespectin' Turo intellect
I'd rather be counted out than be counted with all the rest
'Cause you wannabe ain't crap to me, mystery being, different me
Lies you was taught, it's killin' me, hard to even mention me
There can only be one of the best, brother, me
They say the man who fears no weapon has one
The same one who can choose to run, uh
I'm from the same side as most of my enemies
So they gon' think I'm rich even when I ain't got none
They gon' think I'm rich even when I ain't got none
I never thought I was poor
I never thought I was less, I never thought I was more
No need to rush, when you really the source
If you want it, I can give it, what the force?
Myhomies in the sport, uh
Gotta look to the sky, have mercy on us all
And pray the sun shine when the rain pours
It's never all yours, never yours, never yours

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