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247365

 

247365

(album: Iron Works - 2011)


Yo, you smell that?
It smell like coke
Like that sweet from the coke, you know, when it's burning
Yo, yo, yo

Two four seven three six five
Two four seven three six five
Two four seven three six five
Two four seven three six five

Street taught wisdom
If you talk shit, four-fif might lift him
He was breathing but he knew he wasn't living
Corner gave him what his moms couldn't give him
Little paper now the ladies give him rhythm
Till they bracelet him and place him in the prison
Now everyday he wasting, facing his decision

Never slept, never had a day dream
Repped like the A-Team
Finally passed math fucking with that trey beam
Unruly, moms threw me out when I was eighteen
By then, addicted to guns, like a straight fiend
Went to hang with 'Vaughn and [?] how to make cream
D's couldn't say my legal name, street fame called me Kaseem
I'm far from [?]
I dodge hard but the jakes scheme
They hungrily come at me
Wanna see me in State greens
Had a real swagger, not a fake lean
My main theme to cake sister baked bean
I been to battles where damage was minimal
Cried when Theodore died, then I went to my first interview
If I was still in the game, y'all niggas be dinner, too

Two four seven three six five
Two four seven three six five
I'm from 'round the block, pump 'round the clock
Two four seven three six five
Two four seven three six five

I love a block that don't love me real
Hold it down with different color steel
Risking my life like I'mma get a couple mil
Did it to the limit, left a bloody trail
Hustled for years, still not enough to front for bail (ayo, get ten percent)
My rhymes are heart and memory
Got energy, hard extremities
Don't walk tenderly in my park viscinity (get 'em)
Cash, guns and drugs it's that dark trinity
My squad assembly move with [?] Tennessee
Smart friend, smart enemy
Wasn't real drama at the start of century
That cold stare in my eye marks intensity
Kev almost got hit with the dart meant for me
First scam was with the credit card, spent a g
Easy money, I was marred instantly
Knew I'd be in the street selling jars

Two four seven three six five
Two four seven three six five
Two four seven three six five
Two four seven three six five

Street taught wisdom
If you talk shit, four-fif might lift him
He was breathing but he knew he wasn't living
Corner gave him what his momz couldn't give him
Little paper now the ladies give him rhythm
Till they bracelet him and place him in prison
Now everyday he wasting, facing his decision

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