The plight of a rapper or whatever
Let me take you down to my cellar
Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever
When i was 15 the kids at school locked me in a cellar,
Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump
Hoping he'd pave paths n' pack out the basement
'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you
Still i'm mackin i'm rackin up a fuckin bank vault too
Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust
George washington, and the rest in the basement
While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt
Im on a higher level, fuck a trick in the basement
Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and
Light filters into the dark of my soul's basement
I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk
Sub-zero stage fatality, down, forward, forward, block
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