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nigga
The big bro It's little things my nigga
Shout out, that slumpt team my nigga
It's funny all the lame niggas that seem to got a problem with me, I

Your Home, Sweet Home Home..... It's All in a Day in a Life of
Living in the Ghetto !

Ahhh.. Looking for change as time goes by
Living in my building

who I am, nigga I am Him
I always wanted to be a big baller
Always wanted my money to be a little bit taller
I dream of many things, but I make into

(Shit) Hoping that I could erase that //
(Yeah)
Verse
Woke up one morning feeling funny //
Couldn't really tell but I could feel it in my tummy //
And it

out that Sunday school blazer
Tickled by the courage of this funny new racer
Eight miles, one shot, all I need to grace her
Wheels keep spinning though

Oh uhh uhh
Uhh uhh
On that block I'm balling
Tell little bro to follow him
He a opp we stalking him
Or else we not gone bother him
Yea
Hoop dreams my

with the money
Yeah I fell in love with the money
Yeah I fell in love with the lifestyle
I dream of it daily at lights out
I ain't even made it yet times

leaving alone
Talking to my momma told me i gotta do better
She said no matter what I got to pray and keep my head up
Little brothers looking up to me
Got

Yo
MC Nice
Helpfulness Gang
Let me talk to y'all

So first let me set the scene
We got three MC beasts, deemed pristine, it's the dream team
That

and progress
Get a clue not less
That's cause it's primetime
I ain't talking Dion
I mean the Sunshine
And ima let it Shine
This little light of mine
Glory

could have put me in a hearse
Still I'm stuck in the dirt, I'm feeling the worst
I think I'm blessed by a curse
It's no use bringing up the times you

it's just me in frame
Did a big show now I'm feeling like a (Too Easy)
40 floors I'm only staring cause' it match my dreams
I still got total strangers

been dreaming
Writing through the lens thats been all weathered by time
I try to dig a little deeper to escape the mind
Do I paint a picture of myself

Yeah I'm kicking flavor neighbor hmm upstate 7 wave the don always been great nigga listen huh I peep the little games from a distance see how you

give every memory back
Just to have a little time 
I know I sound pathetic 
But fuck, you were my friend 
Stayed by my side all the time 
When it should

ain't really nada
Look I fuck with

I was killing it by my dolo
Then I hired mercenaries
And everything that I say
Gon' come first like January
We balling

Leave their heads spinnin' like a break dance
Lookin' at you funny, tryna shake hands
Old hoes turnin' into great fans
I'm the same man they used to diss

Theory of Humanity

Produced by 1st official 

Verse 1

Sip this limited edition Ciroc with a little chaser
Riding down Rancho California wine

a date with destiny
I wont be late

Bit by bit
I stripe away this old life
Turn this little light of mine into a spotlight
Kinda funny I rejected Dad's

little
I would make it pass the middle
Funny how i got to ballin
And i ain’t even gotta dribble
Used to call my shit scribbles
Now it’s all fine art
And my

the shit. 
Even though I got curved by so many broads, it's kinda funny when you think about it.
Yeaa.

[Chorus: D.C.]
Sometimes we don't get what we want.
In

said
The way that you look up to your little brother
Makes me miss mine again
And I met you under fever dream with a fear that I might never be that

than listen to y'all bitch and moan
Sick of y'all, figured I'd stick it up in a little song
Rather let it play out, cause talk is played out
I'd rather

my melody
Lyrical felony
She tellin' me
Wave on it heavily
Wine it how just I like it
Would have thought
It was telepathy
Funny how she's undressin'