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Reminiscing, my mother sits in the kitchen
That warm water with me, we seldom doing the dishes
After school with my father, baseball is the only pitching
It taught me early commission, solely based on commitment, spit it
Intricate, leave Freddy vouch for the war play
While I was gripping drex off a ship out ??
Even without the boot check, my skills give a fact
I'm starting to feel an old man, done got ‘em terrified
They say I'm mixed up with gender regret
To what? Serving the green man who's better than me
Niggas in my city switching stack downs, like they from the South
Married to the camera, your daughter's gotta be old enough
She cooked you an egg, but that's the culo
Really see her father, she calling me papi chulo
Like American story, that's realness and you know
Venus versus Mars and I ain't talking ‘bout Bruno

Lives from the 219

The revolution will be televised
A little black boy, Tom Cruise, Vanilla Skies
See the real eyes then realize the real lies
Feel the window pain you get baked to steal pass
Back when mean Chi used to bang at my desktop
Bumping things in sin city, where only crack rack
Pain in front of a bitch, Walter Johnson and back drop
Always been ahead, no ties, you better ask God
Red flows, some big dope, some flying lotus
You don't hear the hunger, flying locusts, send my condolences
Back of the bus, flowing, I'm desolate for my brothers
It's back in the front pedals, ?? teaching them through my music
Like classes as high as dope, it's vocal, my point is vocal
I'm wondering now where the focus is
How they sell for the valley in Chicago
Close to these schools and worry about it tomorrow

Lives from the 219

Name any crack that, name and eject that
Name and eject that, name and eject, ok
Name and eject that, I ain't coupon
Like any first, I'm real, I ain't new born
Look up and the rough gone
They all say the bitches like the kitties, those coupons
Told you I'm fly while you niggas is look one
‘Cause everything I'm hearing sounds like the last song
Lately I've been tired of rap
Michael's dropping some mixtapes and never go with the back
Fact becoming fiction and fiction becoming fact
Written in 16, recorded over some tracks, nigga, what?
What the fuck is you saying?
Everything sound good, with auto-tuning delaying
We all are fishes, the men, these women will be fish for laying
I've been myself from the start and really don't plan on changing
This fucking beat suck, you other rappers ain't staying
So good at everything, don't know what train I'mma stay in

Lives from the 219

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