'94
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[Verse 1]
What you know about the 8th grade?
Three ways to make your life change
Take money, make money, aim steady, bang!
I was not about to do that
I said screw that, never move back
Trying to be a legend
Not just begging for some food stamps
Fist bumps and weed, they get high just for me
They gon' turn up my shit, then get turnt up and geek
Don't be eating what you shit out
Perfecting what i give out, to live out my dream
You'll hear bout the team
These young people, they love rap like I did in '09
I used to write my hooks about Jenny Brookes because boy that girl was fine
I used to make believe it was the place to be and section 8 was good
Till i got a glimpse of the other side and worked up out the hood
And now i walk around with no body guard
No guard around for no safe
Because when you make out it
You gotta bring it home, make a kingdom out your safe
Yeah green and white, green and white, some Irish pub we'll just drink tonight
Or we could just hit Newbury with a bad bitch for a good time
[Hook]
Aaliyah took a flight, Michael fell asleep
I need some Addy, Addy I'm trying to focus on this money
Sonny sonny why you do it?
I just answer I'm the shit
All these bitches want the tip, like a waitress on my dick
And I'mma shoota! for the youth, get used to the truth all mighty in the booth
They be like hold up, who you? Get used to the face, niggas end up in a noose
I need that '94, biggie smalls before i die
Ana Ross here to love, in my trunk
White girls dancing in the front
[Verse 2]
You should love me in the city, hope you brought me in the burbs
Hope I speak for all the people that believe in what they heard
When they play my shit in school, I hope your teacher stops the class
Takes a look out the window and I'm standing by a Jag
Going vroom vroom, look at me, look at me, look at what we grew to be
One kid in the corner came up like mrs., who the hell is he
I'm yelling call me a king, please call me a king
If I don't speak for the Youth, then I ain't doing a thing
And im gonna do what i came to do
With my name up and a game so true
They call it justice in heaven they fear my flow down in hell
I treat these beats like i treat these freaks and keep them under a spell
They wishin' inside a well I'm on the way to my wish
I keep my focus off that, never take one eye off this
Two kids with a dream like Juicy
Soundtrack to the shit's a movie
You are they all woulda moved me
Most friends I know would have used me
Sayin' "we go way back"
Like Jay-Z in a wave cap nigga throwback
[Hook]
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