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Isaiah Smith
Isaiah Smith
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You see sometimes I really miss the School days on The court making Plays it kept me In a good place Trading kicks in the hall remember it Like it was yesterday Run the halls after school tryna stay In shape you See my body a temple But that's four years ago We going back to nineth grade I did a lot so I prayed Been slowly getting upgrades See growing up as a jit I was told to Never quit And stay true to my faith they said You going be great Tryna stary from the pack it's just a Part of my trait Stay true to gang It's never okay to stay in place I gotta get out my way Playing game on my phone think I'm In hay day Switched up like my line Chillin on The metro Tired of sprinting so I had to let go Now everything Peaches and cream Seeing stars in my dreams Tryna fix all the seems Split you up with the beam I hadda pick a new scheme You see sometimes I really miss the School days on The court making Plays it kept me In a good place Trading kicks in the hall remember It Like it was yesterday When I moved to Maryland I thought that Shit was a breeze Maybe even to seasy After a week went by Shit got south I'm all alone Just wanna go back home To see the gang and hit a Jay to put Me in a good place You see that shit was no joke Ain't have no friends I'm alone The life in suitland not sweet It's not meant for the weak I met some niggas in school They put me on now shit cool Just playing ball at that age Shit got old let's make plays Kick a door like no way The blood rush to my feet Like home alone we two deep I hadda shut my self out Then got jumped for the clout See they question the Hov like it's deal or no deal Don't fold stay ten ten to me myself and I About a months goes by I track them down like a spy One on One they not tuff yea that shit got rough Damn these niggas a bluff might fuck around N get snuffed I'm spitting fye in the booth Now you know I'm the truth With these bars I'm to fluent See now they call me a mutant We ripped the sheets now they ruined I'm skipping school like a truant I did it all for amusement Can't trust a soul but a few now they just sitting in queue Can't trust a soul but a few now they just sitting in queue
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