DJ Clue, Rjae, Humble Soles and Tyre Hakim - Tale Of 2 Legends

Yeah, yeah
Been through the storm with it
We done been through so much, it's just
This is greatness and this how legends are made
(Ayy, Royce, you did it right there) yeah

I'm from the land of the gutter where niggas'll kill they brother
Do shady shit to they mans and serve crack to they mothers
And I come straight from the slums with guns where they don't love us
Police catch a body, get off, they know the judges (whoa)
Yeah, over here they not your savior
You get lined up like a taper just for lying on your neighbor
Got a water full of gators if you
Mixing pineapple Fanta, full of purp', look like a Laker
I was sitting in the trap, they shaved the crackdown with a razor
Bust you in your super dome, like, is you retarded or something?
Niggas poppin' off shots, is this a part of the function?
Put the switches on the Glock when it's shot it sounds like it's stuttering
The cops come out on the block and I don't know nothing
That's why the murder rates in the summer change
Been ducking 12 and hurricanes
Was bleeding out for hours in Nicki house 'til my mother came
And wrapped me in that towel and asked me why I'm stressing
I been using tools to stretch it
Ain't have a youthful adolescence, nigga

Yeah, two different worlds, same pain
A tale of two legends and how we maintain
Hey, only the strong survive
I'm just doing what I do, it ain't no wrong or right, no
Two different worlds, same pain
Two different tales, same page
We been through hell, but that's how legends are made
So to be honest, I think it's better this way (yeah)

South Side made me, I'm Kanye crazy
I'm a 90's baby, I know nothing 'bout the 80's
All about my paper, I'm like, "Fuck you, pay me"
I'm a businessman, I got the blueprint from Jay-Z
Bro, I was born inside the 9
Not too far from where Slim died
Where the hot boys thrive, so can a hot boy shine?
Bitch, I spit gasoline, let me in and light these rhymes
I set your stupid ass on fire, don't go no plans to retire
And all that fake stuff rapping shit burnt out like SRT tires
We in need of something new, so here I am, I'm from the booth (yeah)
I'm from the land, it's like a zoo
I keep a fan, so play it cool
I'm not a fan of none of you
I went and ran with what I knew
Chitown, we don't call it Chiraq
Niggas dyin' where I'm at
Hearing sirens back-to-back
Niggas killed my dawg, I told 'em, "When we find 'em, it's a wrap"
Put my heart in all these songs, I told you niggas I don't rap, no

Two different worlds, same pain
Two different tales, same page
We been through hell, but that's how legends are made
So to be honest, I think it's better this way

Legendary shit
Roc La Familia
Puma, you know the-

Written by:
Ramon Hodges, Tyre Hakim

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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