My Hip-Hop Story

See I could take an hour to talk about the early days
Sweet and sour taste now y'all got some bitter ways
I aim for bigger trays, train for the super weight
Escape from Metropolis my plan for the ace of spades
Since a nearly age I've controlled that reckless rage
Put it in cyphers no survivors for the replays
Best believe it Mr.Ripley
I could try harder but why bother on a Friday
Sips on the highway that's no good
Chuck Taylor's in the cold winter I'm so hood
Buck bitches that love Henny and good wood
Stranded on death row Homie I'm so Suge
I've been a... rap genius since a small fetus
Mischievous demon baby boy no way you can defeat us
Don't like me your girl does so I bang your chica
Cuz all day I dream about smashing, no Adidas

First thing first man, you're fucking with the worst
I ain't no church man so I satisfy my thirst
Tequila and Purp damn my head's bout to burst
Like Kurt on Cocaine this gift is a curse
Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga please...
My life's like a fucking disease
At a young age they told me Lil Ralph take it with ease
Twenty years of my life is like fucking time freeze
Missed on everything, from daddy's new caravan
To my first love realized, kisses and everything
Say we live by God's plan and we deserve everything
So when I make it big I want kisses on every ring
I'm tired of remembering, I'm aiming at the future
Dreams of being King with a voice, a young Luther
But psychopathic be my diagnosis
Pussy money weed addict got to keep up with the dosage
Keep up with the vultures they'll be acting more than friendly
I don't do it for the culture see I do it for the Benjis
Pockets more than empty on that 9 to 5
How to live it to the limit when my limit has expired?
Tinted images some memories in my head
Vintage music mixed liquor smoke weed till I'm dead
I put three in my head now misery is gone
Tried to fuck Hip Hop... but she put me in the friend zone...



Credits
Writer(s): Ralph Ovalle
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