[Verse 1]
This is for the kids who ain't live 'fore the cemetery
I'm tired of seeing my n***as names in obituaries
And my sister just joined the military
There's already shots down the block man the sh** is scary
This kid just made the news and I'm feeling wary
We was born the same year and in February
Damn. The same day. Even the same race
I'm just lucky we ain't share the same face
We was a block dealer turned convicted cop k**er
Wondering in our lives where did he and I exchange fate?
My life could've turned out the same way. On that same day
With that AK. Catching the same case
[Hook (2x)]
But I'm the
Soul brother. Flow like no other
n***as with their team catching hollows, Ghost Busters
They got the tees with the toys under
To deploy thunder. They be robin like boy wonder
[Bridge]
But I'm Bruce Wayne
You think the boots on one foot and then the shoe change
Then sh** switch quick kind of like a mood swing
Then you lames start to bolt like Usane
Verse 2:
He was a check chaser, rival set banger
When he'd hang with his gang, he was the tech sprayer
You better hope it jams like on old school ca**ette player
Or you're next hater
The cannon strapped to his arm, stuck to him like a cancer
Any problems arose that was his answer
Had so much potential 'til he was put in the slammer
Shooting b-balls and bullets, had the arm and the hammer
He put another six feet under as a victim
Now all he is is a number in a system
Everybody got a story - some try to oversell it
You have hope until its over, or it's overwhelming
So they take a drink and sipping it
Or grab the gat, and they're gipping it 'til they feel omnipotent
So find something to sip and then get pouring
Or find something to die for and live for it
[Hook 2x]
[Bridge]
[Verse 3]
"It was all a dream" matter of fact it still is too
Life's a b**h and I swear she's a nympho
Cuz she f**s every n***a that she's into
I put my trust in her, that was my issue
I said it's simple, thoughts bleed from the temple
To a pad through a pen or pencil while I'm into
An instrumental as it loops and keeps tempo
When a beat's in my mental I get it poppin' - pimples
I spit deep rhymes, watch me shine
Like head lights to a street sign while the beat grinds
Yeah, the high beams, and I dream to get my CREAM
I murder flows, the rhymes scheme is a crime scene
Kids'll see sh** on TV and try to copy that
When all these pussies are just a bunch of copycats
You can turn a corner, get jumped or hear the shotty blast
You'll be left in a body bag or a bodycast
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[Bridge]
[Hook 1x]
It kind of makes this boy wonder...