Poyo PM'd me and made it seem like I was slipping a little earlier today. So this is the outcome of that message..If I can somehow lease this instrumental so I can get the untagged, I will put the final version of this on "The Corner Store Experiment"...but until then enjoy....
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Verse 1
Since a youngin’ man I wanted to ball, so I picked up a balls and I gave it my all
Momma told me life is what you make it, so I made sure I made it
Last as long as the traffic lines at grand central station
See growing up for me was hard, niggas on the corner dealing
Dealing with bitter man or dealing with them west side niggas
that fuck with scales like fisher men
the only damn thing given, was I don’t give a damn..
niggas knew the consequence of fucking with that white rock
but we wanted to rock them state property jeans with some white air force ones
that louie belt and some nike socks
so at night time we hustled at the light stop
I think I grew up fast
But then I realized I screw up faster
My grades fell started to screw up class
Stop selling that dope…I said do what pastor?
That was my dad
He was just looking out for a nigga
Was all I had
God bless him
That was my mom
She was just looking out for a nigga
Was all I had
God bless her
Verse 2
Now Im grown I look at life through a different lens
Thinking bout my credit, everyday in a different benz
All my old niggas, surrounded by prison cells
I ask the lord why me?
I guess I had a different drive, better type of piston rings
Plus I was the only one, that fathom even listening
So this corner store experiment
It aint some new shit that won’t understand
but upon hearing it you might be confused but that’s my life is a nutshell
exposing the good the bad and the ugly oh well
Trying to find myself in a complexed world
Navigation stopped working all I see the road
So we look back on the past and then we realize
We just had to look within that is where the real lies
Open up those carbonated looking steal eyes
Wipe that catarac away now I feel fine
Hook
That was my dad
He was just looking out for a nigga
Was all I had
God bless him
That was my mom
She was just looking out for a nigga
Was all I had
God bless her
Since a youngin’ man I wanted to ball, so I picked up a balls and I gave it my all
Momma told me life is what you make it, so I made sure I made it
Last as long as the traffic lines at grand central station
See growing up for me was hard, niggas on the corner dealing
Dealing with bitter man or dealing with them west side niggas
that fuck with scales like fisher men
the only damn thing given, was I don’t give a damn..
niggas knew the consequence of fucking with that white rock
but we wanted to rock them state property jeans with some white air force ones
that louie belt and some nike socks
so at night time we hustled at the light stop
I think I grew up fast
But then I realized I screw up faster
My grades fell started to screw up class
Stop selling that dope…I said do what pastor?
That was my dad
He was just looking out for a nigga
Was all I had
God bless him
That was my mom
She was just looking out for a nigga
Was all I had
God bless her
Verse 2
Now Im grown I look at life through a different lens
Thinking bout my credit, everyday in a different benz
All my old niggas, surrounded by prison cells
I ask the lord why me?
I guess I had a different drive, better type of piston rings
Plus I was the only one, that fathom even listening
So this corner store experiment
It aint some new shit that won’t understand
but upon hearing it you might be confused but that’s my life is a nutshell
exposing the good the bad and the ugly oh well
Trying to find myself in a complexed world
Navigation stopped working all I see the road
So we look back on the past and then we realize
We just had to look within that is where the real lies
Open up those carbonated looking steal eyes
Wipe that catarac away now I feel fine
Hook
That was my dad
He was just looking out for a nigga
Was all I had
God bless him
That was my mom
She was just looking out for a nigga
Was all I had
God bless her
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