(Yo, yo) Yo what you saying, fam?
Spent some days in 'Dam but I'm from Wooly where they spray a man/
Cats stood outside Morrissons, with a K of can/
I mean a...can of K, stacking change for that gram a day/
Yeah it's a manic place...(place)/
These yout's leave school with average grades but still resort to slanging weight/
When someone's spraying, most times it ain't a can of paint/
Them man are known for other things...me I'm known to captivate...but/
Catch me on the bits between...Bagel King and Manor Place/
Stuck in the game, it's like the Anima-/
-Trix, ain't no running away/
My old friends, they never had the patience/
Had to face it, on some clap the trey shit/
Whilst them man was clapping, blazing/
You was in crib masturbating/
I was getting cash on pavements...but it's like/
....but...Jesse's gone and lost the plot/
Put the fourth arm on time, and gone and stopped the clock/
Dot to dot, yeah I was a baller, I was box to box/
Lionel Jesse...it's all about control/
Them man are like Ronaldo, they're just popping shots, and....
(and it goes off a lot)/
Dodging copper, dodging cops/
Where you either got a lot, or you ain't got a pot to piss in/
Feel you like you got a shot, or you got a written/
But getting shit in, need some mittens for the mission/
Holding heat, them oven gloves ain't in the kitchen/
Sitting, hitting the spliff in self-inquisition/
Would I...fit in the system if I was missing the vision/
And I'm sure shit would be different if He's my witness/
Stuck in the Matrix, I dunno which bits are glitches/
Which kid can fix this/
Thick shit, get with the drift...yeah/
Yeah you get what the gist is/
Kid's gifted, wrap up the future, past and presents for Christmas/
Blisters on my feet keep my cipher complete/
Try walk this road then tell me to treat these..niggas as brothers, man/
These niggas is bitching/
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