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The Wonder Years (Prod. by Hi Tek)
Reks; Styles P; Termanology; DJ Corbet; Freeway; Lil Fame of M.O.P.; Attica Bars
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I used to contemplate an escape from reality, face
The never state I hate you wasted space
The chase, a Henny chased by more Henny
Me and my inebriated state
Needed fate, fate would have it I go on to make
Say goodnight, take a flight
NY City see me in the booth where they created Nas' light
How does life take us from them drunken nights
To the heights, minus plights and minus the kids
Can't forget them wonder years
Years where I wonder where next meal provided
Decided to try my hand again
Now we find Reks with high-tech, a gem
Hidden in the dirt, eternally reflecting in verse
From the worst thirst to the throat, quench
Make no sense, to convince me
I can't make it there, make it here, make it anywhere
From wonder years
Yes I profess I from projects to high rise, rise
All of them doubts divide, now back to cloud nine
Cause all the days that I spent, getting wasted
Listening to my instrumentals
I ain't have no pay for the rent
Not one red cent
Wondering what I'm in this game for
Cause it gets cold, be low low
Low low low low, low low, low
Oh, the things I've done for my meal
Thank God I made it through the wonder years
Had my first taste of heaven at the age of eleven
Took a drink with the reverend, I ain't lying
Uncle was on the drugs
Fast forward, Corey swerving in the fast lane
Buzzed and bugging and blacked out when the crash came
Couple bumps and bruises but fuck a scratch, man
Whips in the ditch and my wife she gon' trip, fam
This around the time I was flipping penny nickel dimes
Shit not by design, kid, I was tripping on the sign set
Dead jail or phone a friend
I was homeless and O took me in
Fed a nigga, bet y'all niggas see me in the bing
Looking bummy, same jeans a week straight
Ain't offer a plate, you know what I mean?
And it's funny how they love me now, knew I'd always make it out
Pass on back, daps abound, simmer down, fucking clowns
On top they love you, the bottom nobody cares
Grey hairs now, looking back on wonder years
Cause all the days that I spent, getting wasted
Listening to my instrumentals
I ain't have no pay for the rent
Not one red cent
Wondering what I'm in this game for
Cause it gets cold, be low low
Low low low low, low low, low
Oh, the things I've done for my meal
Thank God I made it through the wonder years
Reks savage, blessed at this, forget rappers
I'm next as if I got my ticket to get package
FedEx the walking papers, matchmaker met marriage
Styling my life a wife, a carriage
Daddy day care, oh yeah I change diapers
Still pencil lines that change your life up like the DC sniper
Last of the freedom writers
My vices are like the cigs and alcohol
Add up all my headaches
I said I'm in to finish having a ball
I'm sure you miss the Tylenol
To reference the wiling y'all
Left stage, bartender hollered, "Final call"
Gotta get my drink on, it help me get my think on
On beats I can get Talib Kweli deep on
Back to the wonder years
Younger kids, Transformer underwears
Under influence of a movement brewing in the Bronx
Doing what we want
Latch key child, my past was wild
Lend me your ears for the wonder years
Cause all the days that I spent, getting wasted
Listening to my instrumentals
I ain't have no pay for the rent
Not one red cent
Wondering what I'm in this game for
Cause it gets cold, be low low
Low low low low, low low, low
Oh, the things I've done for my meal
Thank God I made it through the wonder years
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