wildest dreams can reach For I have the privilege Yes, the privilege to teach These are my children My saving grace I see my calling In every face These are my children My
where wildest dreams can reach For I have the privilege Yes, the privilege to teach These are my children My saving grace I see my calling In every face These are my children My
, it's a scam but I handle my business Tryin' to be the man if the Lord be my witness Do my tennis with the walk sign for my physical fitness 16's sicker
that I live Through the night, I was his, it was right, but I did My ups, and downs, my slips, my falls My trials and tribulations, my heart, my balls My mother, my
I was nothing, it didn't matter to me There were tags all over my sleeve There was water outside the windows And children in the streets are throwing
shit But I've been true to this shit given my heart and soul Been shinin' like a diamond, gettin' passed as coal So, fuck off Shit With my pants half hangin' off my
old, I fell on my head and I severed my brain If you think I'm lyin then ask my mama nigga she'll go tell you the same Should I be ashamed? No, I'm livin' my
todays visit. These sessions are confidential I am only here to listen and not to judge I'm just here to help you bring the things that are bottled up
had corns on my feet I see the Lord when I sleep and often He speaks He says Juelz you better than all of these creeps So I got all my shit light, got
shit But I've been true to this shit givin' my heart and soul Been shinin' like a diamond but gettin' passed as coal So fuck off Shit With my pants half hangin' off my
! What type of crime is that? But execs are like 'you from Harlem where your diamonds at?' If you're lookin for the money or the fame, the players and
break that window when that cop comes in and blow that motherfuckers head off [multiple gun shots] (Got him) Yeah load it up again cause these motherfuckers are
vet Constant war, sever threats of enemy conquest Crooked cops comb my building complex that's in the rumble Streets are like a jungle, can't let my
The joy of children laughing These are the makings 12 it's like this Little Brother, Pete Rock Another sure shot, another banger 'Soul Survivor, Part
fuck bitches, they only want they name on my will And all you half-ass rappers, kid, you'll need to be killed My shit is ill, the eels gave birth to my
' made 'Runaway' that's been a minute Genesis is deep, my features are that of a God It's not a facade it's a fact, these rappers wanna be Nas My Exodus
staying tru to the game you bitches callin' my name Mama told me to change its ghetto blood in my vein See I got love for thugs never mix sex with drugs My
the base lines Intellectually brighter than California Sunshine Yeah, I got my bars up, go pull my cars up I love my struggle, never cover my scars up
