Coming from poverty
I had visions of owning property
Lee jeans and rocking the tees filled up with novelties
Hustling corners
We never spoke it
That was the policy
Had to jump off the stoop to get loot
But I chose to rock a beat
Back when I was 16
I was writing 16s
Nah niggah f*ck dat
I painting Sistines
Chapels in my chapters of rhymes
You must be outta ya mind if you think I ain't grinding to live life divine and dipped in designer
Build hotels black as Rwanda
All my suits made in wakanda
Puff the finest ganja
Livin irie amongst the Rastas
Ya shorty calling me her baby fada
I'll turn you all to fodder
For not keeping it water just like I taught ya
I'll bring on an onslaught of straight torture
A massive slaughter
I've been grooving since a toddler
KZA K' Lee - Socrates Lyrics
KZA K' Lee - Socrates Lyrics
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Coming from poverty
I had visions of owning property
Lee jeans and rocking the tees filled up with novelties
Hustling corners
We never spoke it
That was the policy
Had to jump off the stoop to get loot
But I chose to rock a beat
Back when I was 16
I was writing 16s
Nah niggah f*ck dat
I painting Sistines
Chapels in my chapters of rhymes
You must be outta ya mind if you think I ain't grinding to live life divine and dipped in designer
Build hotels black as Rwanda
All my suits made in wakanda
Puff the finest ganja
Livin irie amongst the Rastas
Ya shorty calling me her baby fada
I'll turn you all to fodder
For not keeping it water just like I taught ya
I'll bring on an onslaught of straight torture
A massive slaughter
I've been grooving since a toddler
I had visions of owning property
Lee jeans and rocking the tees filled up with novelties
Hustling corners
We never spoke it
That was the policy
Had to jump off the stoop to get loot
But I chose to rock a beat
Back when I was 16
I was writing 16s
Nah niggah f*ck dat
I painting Sistines
Chapels in my chapters of rhymes
You must be outta ya mind if you think I ain't grinding to live life divine and dipped in designer
Build hotels black as Rwanda
All my suits made in wakanda
Puff the finest ganja
Livin irie amongst the Rastas
Ya shorty calling me her baby fada
I'll turn you all to fodder
For not keeping it water just like I taught ya
I'll bring on an onslaught of straight torture
A massive slaughter
I've been grooving since a toddler
Writer: K'Lee Gill
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