Reality of my life rise on the east with stars i align
Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time
Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise
I need a backyard full court size
Got me thinkin' 'bout better days
Im on a paper chase
Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot
We on that high rise/ you betta get a grip
You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights
Fall to rise, from a couple balls paused with white on knives
And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip
Im taking off sky high on a rocket,
High heel wearer, hell of a body
Im going on a shooting spree
A hero will rise, he needs to be wise
She's flawless like some uncut ice
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