Streets
• Written by DopeGod
Got fifty back with one gram. Just roll it up and let your mind levitate.
Motivate to communicate. Negotiate to fucking renovate.
A new boy to a old world. That's been gnarled and torn apart by money and power.
That's just common knowledge, but without that there's no willpower.
So go ahead and ignite it like its the spark to your inner rage.
Engage to repay the fools who tried to diss you.
Now they look up to you like you a true hero.
Hot box the car now we're aerodynamic. Fucking panoramic.
Don't worry about the academics it's just a grip of dice that gets rolled into odds
Everyone is a fool taught to do the one thing that makes this world wrong.
Money is just a deceiving power dividing all of us into categories
Let your visions do the talking but turn them into actions.
I'm always the main attraction. Put me on fucking tour and I'll lure
You into the grip of the real world. You can't blow my high
But you can surely blow me high.
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DopeGod
Member since December 4 2014