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(damn) The block just shut down, you gotta stay and grind The streets know, somebody play, it be a homicide (boom, boom) Unanswered prayers make you
packed (stay packed) Once you on the bus you might not come back To my homies doin time, keep your head up (head up) And to my soldiers on the street
through a text / Came along way from growing up in the projects/ Before Instagram bitch I had a blue check/ When I win, I stay humble, nigga that’s my
came through the port Live by the code die by the code so much cane done came thru this city we named 40th street Bird Road Who made Opa-Locka? Who knows
the elders loved by Pigmeat Markum Called here comes the judge. City streets created poets who spoke the blues. Through neatly phrased rhymes they delivered
of Crooklyn, type Saturday night The gear the god was rocking type way out of sight Limping past the projects Seen my man, a'ight Steelo type fat, solar type
Sunday Sunday I lie at your feet But I canceled the prayer at the altar And altered the poem from my seat With my feet slowed by mud and indifference
the judge fuck the court and every bitch that lied a little time ticked by, my ho and I got rocked my lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shot
a traveler's prayer What if I heard my name called by a voice that I know From a memory summoned from so long ago I keep feeling the lately departed are
clothes I've been rockin' rose gold diamonds on the low You keep bitches by the low, but you ain't pimpin' though All my cash come by the four, I'm
fallen ones I say a prayer every time I look up at the sky I been getting all blue faces lately I been up on my grind For this I feel like I been hungry
came through the port Live by the code die by the code so much cane done came thru this city we named 40th street Bird Road Who made Opa-Locka? Who knows
the fire Night covered in wax, relax, recline Belly scene, sitting by the young God Back in the projects, blue effects Two dope boys in that, floating
in you" Fuck around, get some metal in you My name ring bells, I could sell out whatever venue For us, by us For us, by us For us, by us For
New diamonds, money well spent, wellness check if I'm derailing Them Muslims in the middle of the street my favorite salesmen By any means the message,
the booth Never you knew, not even more or less, half of my crew Takin' your loot, beat you to you're black and turn blue Watch us, Black Satin, we
she had been Led straight into the DeKalb dressing room Named for the street that bisects A couple of local neighborhoods now Populated by yuppies but
canceled the prayer at the altar And altered the poem from my seat With my feet slowed by mud and indifference Indifferent with each passing glance I'm
bitch that lied a little time ticked by, my ho and I got rocked my lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shot soon as I get there I find Afeni
hun concentrate on my funds Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist Never get patted down when I step in the place Jiggied up, smoke the pot,
know that this young nigga grinding Yea you know if I want I cop it Bad bitch but she comes from the projects Don't fuck with her she knock off yo noggin
I pray it never run it's course Touch a quarter million, my prayers really rubbin' off Ah, I catch my breath, and holler "Batter's up" I get
around the way Gain the points until the whole race traps And teach up my woman that she should call up the cops The projects are hell, wait a, minute
paralyzed by it I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own Now you mail
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