Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's
Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process
Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets
Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams
I'm to of a hickory to make my victory a memory, or unknown like the past century,
You know, it's like i'm livin just to diei fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin if i'm worthy
Lets talk about history..in the 70's morrison once said, that killers lack huge parts
I don't think it is there fault they are all mislead, i evoke fear in there hearts
Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free
Missy eliot she beat the twentieth century
We living in the 21st century
But we be having that jersey
I want to hit the beach, she wants the spanish civil war museum
I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son
That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone
Your still in your crib at home while i'm making the streets a war zone
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