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Tobe Nwigwe
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Yeah, uh Remember cold nights staring out windows, watching my breath fog Before I was on point with knuckles like that hedgehog Sonic, used to puff chronic and sip the tonic In the state of the bluebonnet where they do you worse than bubonic Plague, 'specially if you stayed over there off Forum Park Way before Jeff pushed that 'Lac the color of corn starch We had never worn hearts on our sleeve 'cause The 'Lief It breed G's and delete all the weak If you speak anything harsh over my hood, you crazy, word to my mama They'll put somethin' in the clip the same shape as a comma And go bananas with hammers If manners is somethin' that you lackin' While pushin' Anglo-Saxon Colored contraband In the land where they ain't wrapped too tight Grew up 'round wild boys, no MGK, they was just wrappin' white Half my life, thought about packin' knives Ratchets like, all on my mattress No magnets, I'd attract blackness 'til I begat this Lil' road to Damascus type of journey 'Round 'bout the time DK had offed himself Often felt that he lost his self to a coffin 'cause calls for help were Never answered, he had to dance with a lot of demons My clever banter could never recant the life of scheming That I lived when I was out here with G Mob goin' live Before Chops caught them cases and had to go for five Before J-Slim caught that agg' and had to sit down for eight Before Lil Charles had that dough and powder, no funnel cake I was with my running mates We boxed, but had the gun in place My dawgs was like Deion Sanders In the field and runnin' base, ugh Spit guava, I'm a thick juice brewer Catch you eyeing my wife, I'll patch your eye like Slick Rick, ruler I got more drive than four Lyfts and six new Ubers But my mama hated on me 'til I blew like a Five-Deuce Hoover, ugh No Crip, I need more chips and a nose clip 'Cause the smell is atrocious, hope you notice Just how cuckoo the flow is when I'm focused I am chukwu to locust, who approach this throne? Now leave me 'lone and let me learn you somethin' Elohim taught me how to cook, now I can curve the onion Booty, truly, you'd be better suited If you would do the contrary to what you see in movies, but That's hard to do when you ain't got no point of reference I understand your point of view, so I anoint the lessons In my message, peep my essence I keep all my flows open-minded so you can see the blessings Now "Can you see it?" is the question of the day Hair extra-nappy, but I'm always down to catch a fade My dawgs zombies, touched more white than Abercrombie state-to-state But they know the flow tsunami, hopefully they catch the wave On my journey Yeah Swear they know the flow tsunami, hopefully they catch the wave On my journey, journey, journey, journey Journey, journey, journey Ayy, look, I pray you catch a wave that doesn't subside This for the nappy-heads in Heaven With a nappy-head Christ by they side I pray you catch a wave that doesn't subside This for the nappy-heads in Heaven With a nappy-head Christ by they side, yeah May your streets be paved with gold, yeah Hope my whole hood make it home, yeah May your streets be paved with gold, yeah Hope my whole hood make it home
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