Me being the chosen one was like a blessing in aception.

City known for homicide, majority depression.

Grinding in the gym so I could live through the recession.

Real goons show me love because they can feel how I'm connected.

Background of a street dude, mind of a scholar.

Just a pop our collar, man, we climbing for the dollar.

I mean it when I say it, bro, we started from the bottom.

Childhood friends dropping like leaves and it's autumn.

Don't believe time is money.

Money is time.

When you focus, man, you look up and your money is fine.

I'm from a city where your friend to put a gun in your mind,

cause you eating and they envy all that glory and shine.

I swear the God it gets realer. A city full of

killers. Addicts walking around looking like the zombies off a thriller. It's sick and getting

iller. That's why my skin thicken. Now you see why brothers want to get away. Grab a snicker. My

mission took me to college where I picked up the knowledge and tried to stay away from violence inside.

Escape the virus, divided my folks from tyrants, but I rise from that environment in my life.

It was perfect timing and my drive blew me up atomic.

I'm sick of these suckers all in my bubble though.

Critiquing me on stuff I had to struggle for.

This dream didn't been a long time coming and my clock was for his dump and spent the long time running.

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