21st Century

Feat. Solomon Childs [Intro: Solomon Childs] Yeah, word... Godfather shit... you know? Take your mind off it (yeah, what?) [Solomon Childs] My projects, this the funeral homes and Laundromats Hall of fame, for niggas who hit off gats Late comer, ain't turned ghetto since fourteen In the hood it's only money that the drop bring Solomon King, and when the toast ring You know I know, you yellow back niggas'll run Talkin' shit, is like walkin' wet on the third rail My fault for hurtin' ya'll sales About to party like I'm Bobby Rail Cop grams off a Dominican in the well Fifth borough, marquise, livin' New York soap operas I see more drug dealers than doctors Neglect, hold a ratchet, but to Allah I'm still innocent I keep correspondin', wit thugs who needs witnesses Uncle Wise, 21st century [Chorus 2X: Solomon Childs] Ghetto celebrities, penitentiary bars Jealousy, guns, jigga spot number runs Criminals and deceased stars Look around you, son, who wouldn't get high [Remedy] We make music, til the wee hours of morn' These grays in my beard grow as time goes on Nothin' like the feeling, when you're hearin' our song The best things in life just don't last long Can't believe it, even little Barbara's gone Wifey cries everyday, but tries to be strong We all do things we no is dead wrong Can't get it where you fit in, if you don't belong Wait for no man, make moves for delf You can't understand, I write songs for self Seen misery and company, along with wealth The real jewel is happiness and good health Know cats that had money and now they're dead broke Straight up clean kids, who now smoke coke Smo