C.K. 215 - Intro

These ain't bars shit it's really my life
How I made it through the struggle n strife
You get caught slippin in my city it'll cost you ya life
And I could never afford that price
Reporting to you live from the darkside
The home of Philly where the niggas all fly
I get love from North Philly to Parkside
They sent the blitz but they was offsides
For the grams we run in ya crib and leave a nigga hog tied
Skinny Joey Mob Ties, Mother's havin hard times
Father's around part time, This Covid gave us hard times
And you know going hard slime Give me the rock
And imma score when it's crunch time
And you know I'm spittin real shit, from the same city as Will Smith
You break the codes you could killed quick
Don't trust these hoes cuz they will switch
Remain 10 toes down on some trill shiiiid

Written by:
Charles Kennedy Jr

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