Never did he dig a ditch that he couldn't escape/ It's funny how the race picks up pace/ and leave a n*gga behind and blinded/ Lost his soul and caught a red-eye tryin' to find it/ Voluntary solitary confinement / I set a match to a car with a trunk full of broken hearts/ before I hit the Van Wyck/ What are you runnin' from? Pain and shame, it's ominous/ Boy meets world, he lost his damn mind/ Topanga in the rain cryin'/ Twilight Zone, sometimes I get so high, I wake up on the wing of a plane/ The Blue Dream keeps me sane... / At least it ain't cocaine/ I want a window seat/ and don't sit next to me/ unless your name is G-O-D/ I'm new to the pew so, Lord, be patient/ This sativa's been my only means of elevation for so long/ I buried my vices beneath the song/ Behind these bars, you'll find a man/ Behind his scars, you'll find his heart/ and that shit's ice cold/ Behind that, you'll find his soul/ and that shit's empty/ so, Lord, replenish me/ I trade the Hennessy/ for the wine/ I'ma try to pray at least three or four times a day/ Tell me who's the blueprint, LaCrae or Jay?/ 'Cause I'm a work in progress/ I'm from the projects/ the devil's playground/ My city was Godless/ The devil laid down the law of the land/ No boy shall become a man/ Just stuck in his ways/ Just stuck in his cage/ Just stuck in his rage/ Going fuckin' insane/ About to load up the twelve guage and blow out his brains like BANG/

Hustle hard, n*gga, wakin' up the roosters/ You're Clark Kent, your block is boothless/ You'll never be Superman, but you'll be toothless, keep bumpin' your gums/ We punched niggas for fun back in the day on that Fifty-Four bus stop/ A Juvenile delinquent turned critical thinker/ trying to get my bank up 'fore Moms go bankrupt/ but they guardin' the cash like a f*ckin' Brinks truck/ I'ma go 'Dead Pres' on these niggas, Set it Off, get away like Jada/ We the new Sheek Couch, Styles P and Jada/ ahead of my time, my yesterday's your later/ These bars are protein bars, little n*gga, so get your weight up/ What you know about them early mornings?/ What you know about them late nights?/ Eyes redder than your brake lights/ Blowin' cash, pullin' strippers off stage like they got stage fright/ I hit it then she hitchhiked/ back to her kids like/ y'all almost had a step-pop/ Sh*t, I know I ain't livin' right/ But God, he forgives, right?/



Ace Boogie... bka Aesop/ found that rock in Lulu's pants and made them vacate the block/ Dry cleaner to fly Beamers, Gilette shaving the rock/ and if you Kermits come with burners to catch fades for props/ I'll leave you leanin' in your V quarter past eight o'clock/ Uh, I ain't a killer but don't push me/ but I'm a monster, you take my cookies I'ma make you crumble/ if you're a baller I'ma punch you, and make you fumble/ Then I'ma dance in the endzone with the same chick that put you in the friend zone/take her and her friends home/ and get X-Rated/ Making sex tapes with your ex in the same bed that you used to lay in/ I foul flagrant/ Yeah, keep thinkin' sh*t's sweet like Now and Laters... I'll spill your guts like Skittles with a hole in the bag/ I told Mello I got him and in exchange he'll get rid of any lame that want problems/ Runnin' the Island since '94/ He was Mitch and I was Sonny/ Here's my middle finger money/ come cut it off, I dare you/ What could prepare you for the Aesop movement?/ Get down or lay down, hit 'em 'til they start movin' BANG/

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