OneWay Flight - VII, Pt. 3

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They say they getting money I say me too
I-95 I'm bout to breeze through
Pull up on my niggas like nigga what it do
Big dreams but not your average nigga
Just a kid from OT no Akron nigga
From the sunshine state make no mistake
Where they'll eat your face before grace
Right cross the bridge is where we laid at
Fifteen hundred and third right down the curve
How did I do it how I survived
When it was time to ride I had the drive
Choppers rang out like lullabies
Every night it's catch a body or become a body
You had to know somebody to be somebody
On the block on the clock the hustle nonstop
No crime watch just old folks on porches
Doing surveillance on trafficking and extortions
All we know is white tees dickies and forces
Durags pants sagging and Mick jagging
Slanging rocks like pitchers in the kitchen like chemist
In the field like lieutenants doing numbers like Guinness
Never finishing what we started cause finishing not an option
Set up to be a failure but winning regardless
No crime watch just old folks on porches
Doing surveillance on trafficking and extortions
All we know is white tees dickies and forces
Durags pants sagging and Mick jagging
Slanging rocks like pitchers in the kitchen like chemist
In the field like lieutenants doing numbers like Guinness
Never finishing what we started cause finishing not an option
Set up to be a failure but winning regardless

Written by:
Chay Gordon

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