Exhibit Y (feat. Crazy DJ Bazarro)
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Lyrics
When I was up and in my teens clubbing the scene Drove a gold Sebring called it a yellow submarine Rocking Custom made T's hustling just to supplement my fees Not too far from our government of thieves If it was up to me All these politicians out of here Corrupt system of blood suckers rush these killers out of here Trump types out of here, all these judges out of here Neighbors sending me threats telling me it's getting loud in here They can go to hell and get the fuck out of here Smoking black and milds drunk Daily was routine Hitting Adams Morgan up 14th and U street Cedric have the two seat tita had the beamers Phenom broke out Lexus before the court subpoenas Head up to Potomac at Malick's crib was chilling Alonzo Mourning's neighborhood freak chicks in the building Ritz and DC live was popping Tupac D Dominique Moxie I was 15 belligerent and cocky Heading to the back to the embassy, women in the car seat There was Yankee Boy, Ron Deberrie contrarily to popular belief Most the action happened on the street Prostitution was in full effect these girls were turning tricks We was at school next day and we wasn't learning shit Unapologetic it was ours for us to get it And anything less would means we would be raising Armageddon Charlottesville to Philly King of Prussia, Delaware Tolerance for liquor high we drunk and still we well aware We was on the come up traps were hidden everywhere They sell us fear yet they scared of our melanin and hair Our intelligence athletics and our flair Cause my culture and my heritage is rare Camouflaging their intentions Underneath the mask that they wear I swear, it seemed I would escape death weekly Scoop Life in PG county then we would jet to DC After hour spots we let the food absorb the liquor Dodging DUI's paranoid, when the lights would flicker Yall were crazy, running around like At the Eye Bar with Tita, Tony Kitrell and Marlon Brawling with Allen Iverson's bodyguards in the process A Belvy bottle broke, blood was flowing on the carpet Chicks were screaming We were throwing wild blows in the darkness Woke up in my apartment like "did that really happen?" Couldn't snap out of that reality I was attracting Infatuated by entertainment and the life of rapper Brothers had some talent and we just want to tap in Oh my God! How you still alive? They call me Po the Leg emperor Fuck that! Call me Po the leg Tesla Leg the pro wrestler Po the Leg excellence wreck a set on the regular Extra-terres' embezzler my weapons got the best of ya They slept on the beloved, methods I got a plethorah You ain't really tough, when nobody standing next to ya You yelling what? Bruh, you prey or a predator? Calling a vic' a prey what happens when they arresting ya? At the church praying with the man who oppress ya?
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Song Details
- Duration
- 04:27
- Key
- 6
- Tempo
- 82 BPM