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My first time recording was in Dede's room 12 years old found my forte in the booth At the time didn't know I was designed to make you Go insane with every recording I do I did it for fun but in my spirit I knew It was more than that so I never remit my view Of who I wanted to be coz niggas wanna Redesign you Before they get to see me I made clear I stay true To what I was molded for asked God which route Bro played dot and j Cole To me that's destiny regular shit with you Had to give you the details So you can tell how much this means to me 2017 I can see vividly Freestyled the whole year on the air wave My block stacked with me One of the reason I made this piece To show a little gratitude to these amazing streets Bring hope to blazing Dreams Nat just raising fiends My bad yang and ying Now hold on hold on This is not a hit record But a record that really hit Make yo eardrums breed Let my tear drops sing Stories from the ghetto You can ask King D Expino sno and metro Know what's popping in these streets Real Niggas in my circle Am from place you can't cut corners To make it to the top of the list We ENT never had nobody Play our songs on TV Now watch us win a Grammy Hater just wait and see That's that type energy I got from my city Brings fear to my enemies coz they ENT wanna Believe it Am a different typa breed And all them Niggas with me Nature's a tricky bitch In the Grand scheme of things You'll see that she pretty Still don't get what I mean Our life been poetic I believe now you got the image Learned a lot of shit in these streets Believing nothing I hear and half of what I see Coz shit ENT what it seems Alotta memories too Pull liquor to the ground Or light one for the homies RIP Timothy keep looking down on grin Yeah you know what time it is
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