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[Intro]

Uh. You are now about to witness...Trophy music...at it's finest. No accolades needed. Uh. For my man

[Verse 1]

Most dudes are cosmetic, me, I'm authentic

Me and Apollo split it in half is the percentage

Detroit Tiger and a New York Yank'

The combination be equivalent to cash in the bank

This is classic in front of a mic when my name said

To understand this O and his flow is like A said

I'll gladly oblige to one's feeling anti

Make 'em believe when I'm done and make 'em a fan of

It's bitter sweet when I occupy and leave places

It's unnecessary but my demeanor bring favors

A barter system show a sign of respect between neighbors

The [?] as Ving Rhames explained it

It's O.G. talk a wise old owl

Perched high in a tree seeing things before it's going down

Hood prodigal eyes for cocktails not Moscato

Drinking beers straight out the bottle

[Hook] {x2}

We have a choice in life to move on

It's your choice get stuck or move on

Mistakes happen in life, keep going

Correct your faults and prove 'em all wrong

[Verse 2]

Two deep in the marauder

Leaning, scoping out the scenery

What I'm seeing can't explain what it mean to me

Dead in the hood, exposed to the bliss of piss and broke glass

Cruising up and down the ave

From logging each frame in my brain like a photo

My man described things in the city like Chernobyl

Life is a concept

I'm in process

Fighting the odds for most is no contest

Catching a body for youngsters be a hobby

Responses is "fuck it" and just continue with the party

Growing up getting in beefs we just fought it out

Lived to see another day, laugh it off, talk it out

What's going on? It's deeper than potholes

Watching the next man plus abuse from the 5-O

The last few years for me has been to lie low

40 years your senior, but what the fuck do I know?

[Hook]