9PM OUT IN THE BRONX IN THE BRICKS

Hypocrites, dealing with a disconnect between my heart and mind, distillate, spread inside her spliff it help to calm her down

Emphasis, put on top my life ever since I sung a sound. Statistics say if I ain't filthy rich, I'm just a problem child

Living amongst the dead, my evil side was bound to come alive. Keeping it kosher beat down the block with broken feelings and open eyes

Hang with vultures, young niggas too immortal, ten toes to the ground. The one like Neo must want to morphine us cause we too fucking wild

Let's talk it out man to man, I done hopped in the faster lane, you the type give your soul up to have a name

I remember like yesterday, mama say papa was bagging up grass and cane. As I capitalize from the sacrifices that my predecessors have ingrained

In my psyche, they'll always remind me the wicked will often say beautiful things

Why be timid when you can be limitless, pick up your ticket and hop on a train

To Everything you dream of, you know

Rolls are reversing, I hopped in a double R, just off of verses