[Intro]
[Verse 1: EstaBoN]
Good n***a! Bad city, what is there to do when there is mad envy
What is there to do when there are dream k**as
Make sure your fears fall and your self esteems risen
7 mile Wyoming, roam the crack attics
Outta towners get to steppin' like a frat practice
They try to lab rat us, like we experiments
We rockin' hoodies should we watch for George Zimmerman?
The justice stystem is, so f**in' corrupted
And life's a teacher but you never can choose your own subject
Gotta roll with the punches, I'm on my Ca**ius Clay
Right in yo eyes n***as disguised life's a masquerade
Take a chance baby you should try first
A wet p**y..should neva have a dry purse
You'll get smoked like what happens when a tire skirt
This got that feeling of that Kanye through the wire verse
See when you cop ounce, n***as college dropouts
Cuz dope will have em ballin', and nobody wants a lockout
And nobody wants a cop out, so make sure you stickin' to the code
Jewelry sittin' on my chest like the top of commodes
I'm on top of my flow til I reach the top flow
D town to Chicago EstaBoN will not go
Success of course the key but I never seen a lock doe
[Hook: EstaBoN]
D TOWN 7 mile , D Town n***a is fa Eva wild
D Town, East Side! Land in my city like I'm comin off a rebound!
[Verse 1: EstaBoN]
How can they judge me with the freshness present?
With them true religions on
Ya'll rockin' false atheists right? Where the f** they doin' those?
... I used to have to dream of success, and eject what was left of the stress
Mama not at home, was feelin' a bit wronged but n***a in the end just know I had next
Didn't kno it back then cuz i dont know the future
But i had spent all my days executin'
Felt therapeutic, writin' pain in my scribe
Funny was gettin out everything inside
Dysfunctional childhood, still rep my hood
And i rep the west side plus the damn east side
In the D where dese hoes won't decline
Feelin' all refined, purified diamond
I came from the dirt still wound up shinin'
b**hes be flexible unlike my schedule
And for my future revenue they put me on a pedestal
Need my money in decimals, them commas ain't special dude
Music is my outlet, grab ya ear plugs
These r memoirs of an educated thug
And grab your dictionary's cuz My musics so defining
Was late, when I made the race but yet clocked in perfect timing