1525 Alta Vista Dr.
1525 Alta vista drive
I was fighting with my brother
I was thinking bout my life
Age seven granny died
Innocence had left my eyes
Tell me could you kill your blood if it meant you were saving lives
You can judge or scrutinize
I won't justify my rhymes
Shit ain't pretty how we living
Especially through my brother's eyes
How we live and how we die
Both a luxury, a prize
Bullet holes nearby your baby crib will make you realize nigga
Orange hoodie in my casket
Presidential tint, it keep me cozy like a blanket
Nasty premonitions made me bury all my hatchets
But if we finna swing, hell ain't farther than my hand bitch
Ever since a youngin been the kid that you don't fuck with
Got it my from sister definition of a boss, hit a
Whole new different level of my independent bullshit
Momma asked me if I even got a heart to love with
Oh shit
Really I'm a sweet kid
Not a street kid
Blood-related to some heathens
They really demons
I can hear the reaper calling
He keep on whining
He started Ballin
I tell him pack it up and get back on it in the morning
I'm not a street kid
I'm just a mean kid
Cards I was dealt left me with little to believe in
Holy matrimony peace and love now that's some fiction
Dark days like a cold
When they gone
Then you know they coming
Back in
Prime educated figure
To judge my intellect my melanin is not a measure
A boy too clever, Bran stark don't measure
I'm a game maker, most rappers just players
But I ain't a player hater
Multiply your money that's the goal mawfucka
Simple mathematics, Mos Def my nigga
Simply spit your truth
Shoulda died in 01' but different plans were drew
CODE
1525 Alta vista drive
I was fighting with my brother
I was thinking bout my life
Age seven granny died
Innocence had left my eyes
Tell me could you kill your blood if it meant you were saving lives
You can judge or scrutinize
I won't justify my rhymes
Shit ain't pretty how we living
Especially through my brother's eyes
How we live and how we die
Both a luxury, a prize
Bullet holes nearby your baby crib will make you realize nigga
I was fighting with my brother
I was thinking bout my life
Age seven granny died
Innocence had left my eyes
Tell me could you kill your blood if it meant you were saving lives
You can judge or scrutinize
I won't justify my rhymes
Shit ain't pretty how we living
Especially through my brother's eyes
How we live and how we die
Both a luxury, a prize
Bullet holes nearby your baby crib will make you realize nigga
Orange hoodie in my casket
Presidential tint, it keep me cozy like a blanket
Nasty premonitions made me bury all my hatchets
But if we finna swing, hell ain't farther than my hand bitch
Ever since a youngin been the kid that you don't fuck with
Got it my from sister definition of a boss, hit a
Whole new different level of my independent bullshit
Momma asked me if I even got a heart to love with
Oh shit
Really I'm a sweet kid
Not a street kid
Blood-related to some heathens
They really demons
I can hear the reaper calling
He keep on whining
He started Ballin
I tell him pack it up and get back on it in the morning
I'm not a street kid
I'm just a mean kid
Cards I was dealt left me with little to believe in
Holy matrimony peace and love now that's some fiction
Dark days like a cold
When they gone
Then you know they coming
Back in
Prime educated figure
To judge my intellect my melanin is not a measure
A boy too clever, Bran stark don't measure
I'm a game maker, most rappers just players
But I ain't a player hater
Multiply your money that's the goal mawfucka
Simple mathematics, Mos Def my nigga
Simply spit your truth
Shoulda died in 01' but different plans were drew
CODE
1525 Alta vista drive
I was fighting with my brother
I was thinking bout my life
Age seven granny died
Innocence had left my eyes
Tell me could you kill your blood if it meant you were saving lives
You can judge or scrutinize
I won't justify my rhymes
Shit ain't pretty how we living
Especially through my brother's eyes
How we live and how we die
Both a luxury, a prize
Bullet holes nearby your baby crib will make you realize nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Ivan Koffi, Ulysse Koffi
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