When I was young I would rob the dealer
I was a kid with bricks like Bob the Builder
nikkas want it overnight so I copped a sealer
Real nikka, talkin quarterback like Doug Williams
Ice grillin erry thug in the buildin
brain spillin back for that music, crack movin, black stupid
nikka movement damaged me, stupid shootin like Yosemite
Can it be all so simple? Lost in the instrumental
Game pit, Mike Vick, I escaped the kennel
Faced the nimble giant, no alliance, still tryin
Basking in the glory, never-ending story overtook
By the sadness overlooked when the Task hit
this shyt hit as hard as the first time every time
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