A little soul..

Just some kid from New york, imma chillin'

Making deals on the side like imma villain'..

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So let me tell you my little story, no hurry.

Born in Syracuse, like a nigga do, where da juice,

afterwards, things headed south,

moved west to the bay area,

straight out of Compton like an overdue terrier

But things don't last, man oh man, what a blast,

to see how the world revolves round my ass,

So Imma just keep it fast, before things brass

Niggas be trying to kiss my cash, which goes pretty fast,

Now you probably think that's the end of my story

But nah nigga, that's the least of your worries.

I learned from the streets, lay down the beef, every man for himself,

just like a fetus, I'm gonna rip you before I'm peeved with,

Probably think i'm some sort of sadist, "oh shiet some1 tape dis".

But nah, Better call up Charlie, I'm the truest nigga

like masta flav, 12 years a slave,

yet I still keep the gold chain, like a white chick tailing drugs at a rave

That's just how I play, praying for another great day,

Peeps think life's getting greyer, eat it all up like a tater,

But naah, that depends on how you play her,

So this is where I end my little story, but oh please don't worry

cause there's a lot to go, this is just for show, to match my lyrical flow

I dont really give a shiet, cause I know, nothings gonna match this gold glow.