Clinton Hill

(album: Lyrics To GO, Vol. 2 - 2021)

We had dreams of stacking up hella cheese
And smoking the best dope and rocking designer jeans
And pulling up in a Benz and stepping out with the steez
Elevating to something they said I would never be
It's hard not to glow, like I told you, bitch, in person
I be chilling humble, I really feel like you could smoke a
But now I realize the workings of a small mind
Never was I limited to shit that I see

A lotta kids in Clinton Hill right now living through me
They see me in the street, take a pic' and then peace
My words be the weapon how I stick to my guns
I try to tell my young niggas it's a figure of speech
I pull up at the shop now, lil' Ave hot now
Folks talk about a nigga with a sense of pride now
Used to be the lil' homie walking with his eyes down
CD playing Biggie and 'Pac, Jigga and Nas loud

Always appreciated the sunny days
Knowing that I had to be grounded before the money came
Knowing that I won't always have to deal with the hunger pains
And if I end up flopping, I'm finna get it another way

Myrtle Ave, don't leave with the camera out
Grinding and recording raps, begging y'all to hear me out
Couple people looking left but can't even get near me now
I'm holding generational money inside my family house