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Von Pea & The Other Guys
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I've been up all night so my voice sound kinda crazy
But yo
Down to the fuckin' coordinates
Smart shit
That's never talkin' down to corner kids
Right or wrong, only if I'da known
Now we out to own shit we say on this microphone
Music makes me come alive
Von Pea and The Other Guys
Took some bruises, but you should see the other guy
I was ahead when they said I was retro, uh
They talkin' to me like I ain't from the ghetto, uh
We ran fulls in Construction Timbs
He on a bike in a hoodie? don't fuck with him!
How I touch a pen, helped me never touch the pen
The secret is I'm keeping it 10-10s, win-win
I got time today, nigga, Big Ben
Listening to Donuts and eating chin chin
Lynne Thigpen, I'm fighting back to the hood
Don't get fooled by the sand, cause it ain't all good
Listen
Catch em clapping at the roadblock
Dont forget a face
Catch em clapping at the roadblock
Dont forget a face
They clapping at the roadblock
Dont forget a face
They clapping at the roadblock
Dont forget a face
Look
Shackle my hands but never cage my mind
Was ducking, dodging the fire
Focused on staying alive
Proposed to marry the gang
Then I became a bride
I rap and they take my words
And they just plagiarized
This road of riches
Came with detours and roadblocks
Merch the product we sell at street tours
For More Guap
Fans like the fiends
They need more
That dope talk
Hustle words
Where we recall
At the stovetop
Gave them food for thought
But they wasted it
So I think less
Say and turn my mind to a playground
And a swing set
I keep a simple attire
You know jeans, sweats
Greedy friends
It's harder to stomach
Gave me a reflex
I'm Illmatics kid, Escobars daughter
If Jay and Pac skills had a Kid
Im flesh of a carter Yeah
A young Black kid was poor with a goal
I made a meal from crumbs
Cooked it from a fork in the road nigga
Catch em clapping at the roadblock
Dont forget a face
Catch em clapping at the roadblock
Dont forget a face
They clapping at the roadblock
Dont forget a face
They clapping at the roadblock
Dont forget a face
Pardon me if I confused you prior
But my life was dire
In a line of fire
Like Mcfly and them tires
We was walking to kindergarten
Seeing D's parking
Feeling like a future target
Why wouldn't we harden?
You got in the class and got into class
Have nots and haves
Still less than half
But what the other side had in they lunchbox
How you only five
Stressing out about blowing your one shot?
Mom's spaghetti, dad with Betty
Dad with Cheryl, dad with Debbie
Dad with Peggy
To hell with Freddy
Them nightmares came in the day
But fuck poverty porn I still made a way
We went from takeout to takeaway
Kids pitching for Air Jordans
Only to watch them fade away
I'll never see them on a later date
So I could paper chase
But I thank God I could make a plate
And all they wanna say is where I should be
Shit, you see where I am?
Wrote legend to beats
Since a Prodigy, I knew that there was Havoc to wreak
At my actual peak, I'm tryin' to rap with Tariq
My nigga
Catch em clapping at the roadblock
Dont forget a face
Catch em clapping at the roadblock
Dont forget a face
They clapping at the roadblock
Dont forget a face
They clapping at the roadblock
Dont forget a face
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