Vintage Jay - Clarity

Walking through the hallway of hell
This shit is fatal
Don't talk about the shit that I said
You will get handled
And tie you up and put you to rest
You fucking lame'os
Are far from what u think u expect
Criminal minds n bloody thugs and all the stories I bled
Left me unconscious with no sleep, I rather fuckn be dead
Pick up the phone and hit a lick and then re do it again
Fuck the money fuck the hoes, I want the fuckn respect
On to the next

I'm far from what you thought that you was thinking that you was tryna be
Focus on the commas is the new ghetto astronomy
It's all about survival gee we get it like that
I didn't come to follow rules I had to make my own path

Me against the world, dump my ashes on the shore
And let every single person know I came in here to shock the world
Ain't no friends, bunch of foes
Mixing henny with the coke
Watching all my haters go
I might rip it and hit the floor man

Bullet holes don't have name, but can you tell me who's victim
All my homies yeah I miss em they get caught up in the system
Doing crime, doing time, but we gotta see the picture
Rainy days only clearer u cannot official

Live today, die tomorrow
Risk it all to make it dollar
Ain't no loving in the streets, yo homie might kill u tomorrow
Easy money comes n goes, all my team yeah we don't fold

Walking through the hallway of hell
This shit is fatal
Don't talk about the shit that I said
You will get handled
And tie you up and put you to rest
You fucking lame'os
Are far from what u think u expect
Criminal minds n bloody thugs and all the stories I bled
Left me unconscious with no sleep, I rather fuckn be dead
Pick up the phone and hit a lick and then re do it again
Fuck the money fuck the hoes, I want the fuckn respect
On to the next

Written by:
JOSE ALFREDO HERRERA

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