Penhead - Paramount lyrics

Keep it hot Harrisburg PA Comin through, comin through Young & the Restless Higher Real Entertainment To all my n***as [ VERSE 1: Penhead ] Long gone from the days of bein lost in the streets On the blocks with rocks, cops walkin the beat Tryin to get ahead instead of fallin behind Devil steady tellin me that it's all in my mind Started to find every word that he said is a lie And he can truly give a f** if I'm dead or alive My elders taught me to walk with my head up high On the edge of insanity prepared to die No fear in my eyes because d**h is promised The drama of my life, I give it live in concert n***as swear they gangsta but don't follow the code I'm the players' role model without a dollar to show Holler at my n***as if I'm makin plates And f** them busters that player-hate Still ( ? ) in my blood I'm a pimp to set Fly through the city in a Lincoln jet With my mind on my money, money in my pocket Harrisburg n***as keep sh** poppin Make a way for the next man to eat But first I'ma feed my family [ Chorus ] And you still catch me gettin high In the club gettin mine Real player on the rise, n***a, recognize Stayin true's all I care about Never sellin out, keep my city in a Paramount [ VERSE 2: Penhead ] I gotta get this money so I push the limit Get my foot in the door of this music business Ain't no turnin back, full speed ahead No servin crack, MC's instead And I'm, pushin rhymes like weight Jay cook that sh** that make me lick the plate Jealous n***as, don't have me slit your face With a razor blade, you shouldn't hate And the game got me paranoid, I'm stayin on my heels Little black boy, never had sh** for real But hard times and my love for music In my heart I knew I was born to do this At 16 I was poppin club scenes Chillin with the brahs, smokin fire green Livin the lifestyle that fit my personality But my dream was not yet a reality Lost in the street life tryin to find a better way On the corners in the ghetto got to elevate Optimize, state of poverty and misery I know my real n***as feelin me [ Chorus ] [ VERSE 3: Penhead ] I'm in touch with reality, laws can't shackle me My crime of choice is a**ault and battery Penhead's adversaries stay in grave danger I should fear d**h but that ain't gangsta I walk fearless and talk to spirits in my sleep In my dream I seen Pac and BIG And they both told me to get money Rollin up weed in a Dutchie tellin me I'm lucky If they had a chance to do it all again They would be more careful who they call they friends The sky was all grey, BIG was rollin up f**in up the blunt like he could give a f** Sittin in the backseat, watchin this in front of me Dear Lord, what's to come of me Once I seen the full picture I gather my thoughts They basically tellin me watch the road I walk And I appreciate the words of advice that were given to me From that point on I knew they were livin through me Thank God for the message he delivered me And I'm prepared for the industry [ Chorus ]