Hopscotch

Wake up, good morning, it's time to grind
Big bro is sleepin', dreamin' the shrine
Make sure I do homework on time Turned in
Whenever we have dividends to settle
Yeah, we take it outside, duke it out With both fists
Bad sins, and violence
Until the sun settles Quite strange, a new day, we become rebels

The name's Wonder, aka Lil Bro Favorite things to do is complete games
The same day just to flip way And calm down for the cheat codes
And Kevin, aka Big Bro Doesn't like the fact I'm talented
Balanced and agile He says I'm wasting time on video games
It's senile, well I don't see how
Me rhyming my life away is gonna save
The day So, I stay quiet in my room, writing down my
Deep thoughts Hiding, within the red pen as we pass by

I think my word-play God has lock-on like a heat sink
Lie all you want and play along with the high notes
Whether it's true or falsetto with leaks like a faucet
Now let that sink Yeah, yeah, yeah, let that sink
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let that sink Yeah, yeah, yeah, nay, yeah, yeah
(We not in the hood, but we'll talk like it)

I don't care, get the drugs in now (But they're gonna kill-)
Damn, oh! uh, yeah huh, yeah
Aye what? (Aye What)
Aye what? (Aye What)
Aye what? (Aye What)
(A note from Wonder)

Been cooped in my room for a minute
Listening to Good Kid m.A.A.d City while my city goes in catastrophe
I don't get it
Tornadoes that spin on my pen, we're gonna let it fly away
Big Bro said when God's here I'm gonna have to hide the plate
But not today
I'm gonna give jet lag when the plane Jane's in my location
What is you sayin'? You tellin' me I'm gonna go ride with you
Drug deals for you, get high with you, you're misconstrued
Everybody yells at me for the things you do, I'm so done

Ooh, you gon' need toughin' up, lil' brother
Pick up by the bootstraps, lil' brother
Stiff lip, do your own raps, lil' brother
Come, let's take a ride, lil' brother
See that block right there?
That's where our mother got shot lil' brother
While our dad was takin' shots, lil' brother
That's why I carry my glock, lil' brother
That's why the opps get shot, lil' brother
But I'm the crazy one talking to a tombstone



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Writer(s): Marcus Wonya Sullivan
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