Day 1125 Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Rope 'em with the spoken, I start twine
The Ville way still spray dough on the stop sign
On us and they taught us, always been in the top crime
And I held lives, The rise is a rock climb
Even though they friskin' for the pistol, I got mine
Official when I pick up the nickel, no-one drop dime
While I yearn, hope I don't turn and feel the hot nine
Ghetto with a empty kettle, it's filling pot time
Not hesitant, the testament, life in the melt
The many rhymes, for many times had me tighten my belt
Gotta fight at night when not a bite on the shelf
Even the lowest hoes wanna siphon your wealth
The tools remove jewels you don't wanna share
The rudest stares that moved to shoot a fair
Brutish star, armed for a coup d'etat
We nibble with little hoping that we could chew tomorrow
Pose at the stove, brewing work
How I'm supposed to be good, whole hood doing dirt? And all the woes of foot soldiers pouncing their step
Been vet, never bounced a chin check
The fact that won the stack made me sling
A chance to dance on em 'fore fat lady sing
Murderous servant, hoping one day I may be king
Try and get fly that's why I played the wing
From what I survive, live is the moniker
Y'all forgot what's hot, spot Ka's barometer
Demand higher standards, giving no lesser
With plans sire-handed did it no pressure
Taste the fruit, naked truth, I won't dress her
But she claim ride or die, they aim to road test her

[Outro]
What's my flesh placed in dust
On the quest of my favorite just
All that time spent on block
For no beginning let me end on the top
Yeah, let me end on the top
For no beginning let me end on the top
Yeah, let me end on the top

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