And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes
Yo, it was a year of high hopes, learning the ropes,
It took time -- but finally the cash was mine
The essence of my mind, the essence of a crime
The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its
Just a new niggah tryna get the groove of things
Third letter quote hey ace i'm addicted to coke
The realizations of a brain in panic mode
I want that title but they got me fighting under card
I was on a bottom of the pile gettin' stomped
Just run of the mill a freestyle, once in a while
I know they gon' see me unless they senile
I never smiled as a juvenile
The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/
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