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[Intro]
[Verse 1: EstaBoN]
Good nigga! Bad city, what is there to do when there is mad envy
What is there to do when there are dream killas
Make sure your fears fall and your self esteems risen
7 mile Wyoming, roam the crack attics
Outta towners get to steppin’ like a frat practice
They try to lab rat us, like we experiments
We rockin’ hoodies should we watch for George Zimmerman?
The justice stystem is, so fuckin’ corrupted
And life’s a teacher but you never can choose your own subject
Gotta roll with the punches, I’m on my Cassius Clay
Right in yo eyes niggas disguised life’s a masquerade
Take a chance baby you should try first
A wet pussy..should neva have a dry purse
You’ll get smoked like what happens when a tire skirt
This got that feeling of that Kanye through the wire verse
See when you cop ounce, niggas college dropouts
Cuz dope will have em ballin’, and nobody wants a lockout
And nobody wants a cop out, so make sure you stickin’ to the code
Jewelry sittin’ on my chest like the top of commodes
I’m on top of my flow til I reach the top flow
D town to Chicago EstaBoN will not go
Success of course the key but I never seen a lock doe
[Hook: EstaBoN]
D TOWN 7 mile , D Town nigga is fa Eva wild
D Town, East Side! Land in my city like I’m comin off a rebound!
[Verse 1: EstaBoN]
How can they judge me with the freshness present?
With them true religions on
Ya’ll rockin’ false atheists right? Where the fuck they doin’ those?
… I used to have to dream of success, and eject what was left of the stress
Mama not at home, was feelin’ a bit wronged but nigga in the end just know I had next
Didn’t kno it back then cuz i dont know the future
But i had spent all my days executin’
Felt therapeutic, writin’ pain in my scribe
Funny was gettin out everything inside
Dysfunctional childhood, still rep my hood
And i rep the west side plus the damn east side
In the D where dese hoes won’t decline
Feelin’ all refined, purified diamond
I came from the dirt still wound up shinin’
Bitches be flexible unlike my schedule
And for my future revenue they put me on a pedestal
Need my money in decimals, them commas ain’t special dude
Music is my outlet, grab ya ear plugs
These r memoirs of an educated thug
And grab your dictionary’s cuz My musics so defining
Was late, when I made the race but yet clocked in perfect timing
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