I used to write rhymes, all day and all night While you were playing Playstation, my pencil was erasing lines My conscious only knew whats half tight At 3:14, its time to give me a slice, my nigga This is a dogs fight, my nigga The soundtrack to life, my nigga Jay franko, his momma called him that He watched House Party, and ate Apple Jacks Sold Sega games, his cousin sold crack He pumped Reeboks, his uncles pumped packs Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the backBoard dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack Thats because thats these Milwaukee streets was built not to win You killed the nigga, I stole a bible, is that a sin? Pardon me though, Im searching for answers The good kid from the ugly city, thats mad that hes handsome Where is the love? Kendrick lamar flow
Posted on: Thu, 06 Mar 2014 05:38:57 +0000
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