Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,
To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats
Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams
And all the nerds claim that they in the streets
In the crowd, hustle and grind, hustle and grind and when im done,
It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one
We were losing hope, but the blessing was in the struggle
I think that i finally reached the pinnacle
All the pain all the struggle, on my brain on my muzzle
Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful
They say he the key to my blessings
Been on the streets for five years
Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound
Even though i feel like im in the lost and never found
When my critics break down and make amends with my supporters
And in the midst of the struggle well keep your roll of quarters,
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