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Verse 1
If only we knew now what
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we did then
Ghost coming out of the bat cave
before I get to the last page
Tryna hurry up,
for the love of the money
Get rich, couple niggas start
huggin' you funny
It ain't a trace, it was replaced by hate
Where the hoodie and the gloves at?
slug and a stoke at
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So move on nigga, I'm too high nigga
cause I'm too live nigga
All the hawk that'll poke out
I'm young, lit, shot up,
product of society
Contributed and delivered,
described in life's diary
Words acquired,
it's spitted to its entirety
Fort Apache in the Bronx
Eating on his last piece of conch,
Bottom line, out of luck,
stepped out his room, ready for doom
Can't you see, he ain't got no one,
get you smoked like hickory
Better have epiphany,
or get broke like a Tiffany lamp
his soul can drip
Knew he had to hold his image,
This is all simply stated,
rather therapeutical
Try hard, be strong,
why die when you can fly high
inscribed in life's diary
It's very special
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Had dreams and teams to be born
Backed up and tagged up on the wall
Missed your bitches,
Never got all A's and hustled
the small way
Rockin' them big rings,
hit school and scram
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Eat, sleep, streets, grind, heat
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rottery?
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You gotta be your way out,
but for what?
Everywhere's corruption, true
The aim is to live comfortable
Like a hard test,
the process of growing up
described in life's diary
words acquired
described in life's diary
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it's very special
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