Lyrics:
I received I'm from the dirt
I, planted my seed on unfertile land
Myrtle Park, Marcy, Flushing and Nostrand, and
Still I grew, some how I knew that
will tell you the deal
You gotta go by what your heart feel
'Cause if you don't you'll be misled
By stupid little things put inside your head
cock it back, let that 45 hit
I'ma spend my life inside this booth
I treat the mic like I hold a diary
How you from the 'jects and don't know Coop?
You
back
I trap by day, boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you
kids I flex my gold chain
Walked down the street and I raped a dude
Now im stealing money from a homeless dude
Ion wanna fuck yo bitch she look like
Break a leg
And now what kevin ware ?
Came from boot legged dvds
Now we concentrated cbd
Good for ya soul
Good for ya pain
This one's for the tbt
This
Had to take a shot for every nigga tryna get rid of me
I wish they could look inside my soul and see what they did to me
I got a fire inside me
I hope the wait was worth it
You cannot consume me I'm way too many servings
Haters get the sodium I'm speaking from a podium
I'm goin off the dome
will tell you the deal
You gotta go by what your heart feel
'Cause if you don't you'll be misled
By stupid little things put inside your head
Will I slack or will I slide? I guess that we gon' see
She feel the, frequency so she freak with me
I insert it inside like a DVD
I know her panties drop
Yeah, 9/15, ima needa chrome heart
Ima needa new lyfe? Think I should just restart
Coming from the camp sight, rolling in a cold park
I just wanna
I grew up so wild
Did not want this crime
Walking in this park
Fighting in the park
Couldn't stop myself
Did not want his death
I am in jail
cause otherwise they'll never learn
I'll form a cruel intent, put anthrax through the vents
From out a package I got in the mail that you just sent
But
my friend
Football, football by the swings
So much fun to me and every-one
Football, take it from the start
Football brings the world together not
That ball, no park shit
That Billy Crystal Meth shit, uh
Scotch paper, plaid pattern on the present box
Quarter-pounder swag, bud, post office
switch, A DVD of Hitch
And I gotta bring my wallet, don't forget the kitchen faucet
Sneak some chocolate in my pocket and my hat like Davey Crocket
chasing this chess's cause I know it's gon bring me more bitches
Mom say face your fears I face that shit by hustling EVD when I was a kid we got no dvd
I
Maryland on my back
From Takoma Park, all the way to Southeast DC
It feel like forever ago, it feel like BC
Everlasting life, kickin' rhymes in
on your old dude
It's like a drive thru
He just coming by for the side view
That's not what I do
Girl I park my car and come inside you
Finally the year
I'm a hustler, ladies man, of course a playa
So say ya, prayers when I park the gator
Ya neighbors, suspect some suspicious behavior
Ready to call
London girl came from Boston
Talking to a guy who just got lost in
Her eyes, her smile, the way she laughs
She's the prettiest girl that he's seen by far
the bruises
That can't be me cuz I cannot be fake
If I'm sad you gon know that shit just by my face
But I never react cuz it could attract the mass
I don't need
There's nobody else on my level I'm all by myself and I call it a silent hill
As evil as us deep inside of my mind and I'm ready to cock back and then
yourself a raft
Tryna build yourself a home but it's broken by the past
An it broken by the people that you let inside your grasp
Now you move wit paranoia
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