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Dudes talking bout hoes boasting
I was just a Juvenile, moving in Slow Motion
I dropped out of school to be
A dude with mad jewellery
Once I got it, shit

remember strugglin way back when
But now I lay back in Maybach Benz
Eighteens in the trunk with bass packed in
He's real he is not one
Of these fake black

Walk a Mile in my Shoes. By Poppa T

Verse 1
Slipping on my walking shoes, the black is shining through
My friends are at the door so it time to go

superficial
So maybe maybe
Gotta mayday
Payday gonna be wavy, baby
Stack on stack
And black on racks
Tryna focus
Spitting facts
I got the sesame
You need

on that stupid shit, more shoe-size than my age
Juvenile, but I'm through crying I just put it all on the page
Literally I'm lyrically the most legendary

Everyday a hustle i'm living barely getting by
Rolling purp in a backwoods
Bathing ape on i'm stupid fly
I do this shit for you and I
Raping since

is this, all they do is this
I was at South Beach with them little dreads
Pool Palace I was throwing bread
Black flag I'm Boss bred
But got close

between the pictures in my mind
I'm really gifted by design, it's Astral Jack not Asher Roth
Got tunes from the womb, clean moves, lotta juice
Like a lake,

meet
I try creep by
But they still see me
They wanna hate me cause they could never be me
These niggas be trippin on us
I already then peeped
I got this

still hazardous
Hazmat, clutching their chests like asthmatics
For mathematics, a natural dash of black magic
Salute to new voices flexing power

I've walked through a road of black and white
All my life, I stood by the side
Before the mystery in your eyes
Showed me green, red, blue
Colors

in private but never tagged a post or ever mention

Free the ones who never told, lone live my  cousin's soul
Every since a juvenile , we stuck up

the corner raised you
Well that's your father i got one mother
She tried to cuff me to the radiator
Wild Juvenile gettin' paper
Fuck the Industry
I'm following

Stick to revolutions
What you call an evolution
Is a futurstic movement towards
The juvenile youth
Oh the mutiny! Stop shooting me!
Or I'll hang up

or about you uh, let 'em know

I watched the game fold
And then my eyes went black
Stay strapped for them bitches who
Dare to take it back so now i'm

Mother's body parts all around me
Shot up brain veins
Do me a favour - please don't let them find me
I'm being juvenile again - let's start the revolts
We

to nobody lived life by my rules

Wrist locked in chains I grew up in the system Shelburne and Waterville are like juvenile prisons 

They took away my

have nobody there for me, so I turned to the streets
Young black juvenile dodgin' the police
Only two options, either hustle or you leech

Before you

Look in my eyes and tell me what you see Juvenile, 17, focused on a dream
And I rap songs about my brothers that ain't here, they all deceased
Rest

beautiful music
Recruited by none, neutralize, I came to reign
Many methods, how I bring the pain
Wrestle squares and I'll bring the cane
Undertaker,

never went to college, but I'm 400 degrees
Just a juvenile uptown, sellin' weed
I can never miss a loss
Never met a bitch I need, no brakes
fast life, I

friend, I'm going down
With empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground

Ground bottle six with the permanent bliss
Razor sharp glass lips, give me

Waiting in Reno

Marty Robbins

Tonight Carmen

1967

and hold her
Waiting and hoping that I will not be far behind her
Black eyes and red ruby lips excitement in her fingertips
Passion is there on her lips

Wanna Be Rich

A+

Latch-Key Child

1996

underground like the rap genie
And watch the shore by the rising tide
Now the whole world can see me

When they get foul that's when my style gets wild
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