[Chrous]
[Verse 1: Mr. Norwich]
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: DopAmin]
Now I’ve been around the block and I’ve seen a few things
Put my hand in the pot, pulled a few strings
Dope-game on lock, might moved a few packs
All the pressure, vocabulary lack relax
Glasses got cracks, cause path been shady
Thank god that my momma never ever got lazy
Raised me, A god, did most things right
I can tell u broken stories about Levanger all night
Trynna get ill, Junkies still looking for a light
Due to lack of will dicksuckin crackpipe
Or whatever the fix
I saw my first fight at six
“Raised amongst these weak ass hillbillie hicks”
But its fine, Im fine
Venting through rhyme
Redefined by crime over my short time
And I've become a better person, due to past crime
Never catch me cryin, still mourn for my home
Cause my city stayed with me, I never felt alone
[Chorus: Amin]
I’m All about the music, but I ain’t about the lifestyle
I’ve already been through it, I’ll learn in due time
Reminiscence in my music, when this simple dude rhyme
Ain’t about to ruin it by stupid shit and do time