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Break the Bank
- Its the life, the heart of Harlem
- The deranged sociopath with a mental problem
- I'd call the blocks a big asylum I'm on
- Hear gunshots from a kindergartner
- Flexin choppers like mobsters
- Run up on a nigga while he wit his toddler
- I'm thinkin like a don, Shawn Carter
- But I'm the father who doesn't bother
- To check on his daughter, rather slaughter and martyr
- My sweetie turn on the TV see me wit two threes
- Shootin with ease till the police tell me cease fire
- I throw up my C's and leave, he'll get his appetizer
- Selling these L's got me designer
- I'm seen as a monster, not by the public but me
- Foresee what I see, a mind set free as an MC
- I'm friendly till I empty the clip, shootin straight from the hip
- Stat stat. Project is back, he lives by the cul de sac
- I pull two straps, watch the feds collapse, splat
- Such an image of abstract I attach
- When I talk about attacks and these ghetto stereotypes
- Its at aerial hype and nobody contrite to the ghetto life
- This is my canvas, painting pictures and scriptures
- Something like Thriller but MJ wit scissors and delivers
- I'm no killer but I'm ill enough to call my tracks chillers
- Its just Harlem, where I grew up and blew up
- I was still a fucking screw up
- Momma wants me to explore
- But I'm afraid I'll be on the hard floor
- Holding up cardboard, chasin up car doors
- My parents split, shit, they weren't even married
- I was the baby canary in the middle of a wolf fight
- Momma was uptight, Dad was not right
- Every time they fight I just wished for shots on sight
- I was ready to pick cannons like Nick at Nite
- Or like Nick's wife, catch the insight
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