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Love from the hood
An honor only bestowed on those who showed the hood the
Most unwavering of loyalties, I'm talking street niggas
Most literally from cradle to grave
Most literally from corner to coroner
Most literally, niggas who hug the block
In their last moments, gasping for air
Right before yellow tape makes a spectacle
Of their bodies sprawled on cement
If the hood loves you, she'll make a monument of this location
Forever been a force
Y'all lit the torch inside my inner thoughts, a nigga lost
Ironic I find myself in the midst of court (Uh-huh)
You immature, think every minute's yours, that's miniature
Like Minotaurs, a bull-headed nigga
Don't like to listen, dog, let's finish off
I been to your hell, am I a sinner? Sure, but look
It's a ray from that rifle that keeps
Y'all insecure (Doot-doot, doot-doot)
But what's gon' make us kick in them doors?
This here is neither chess nor checkers, nigga, this shit is war
You been a fraud, I'd forfeit if I was you (Uh-huh), a prophet's view
The love can make you strong but the hate will make you unstoppable
What I could do is show you the vision for every obstacle
What not to do and turn the improbable
To impossible (Let's fucking go)
Now these rappers is name-calling
Don't gamble with your mic and end up like a James Jordan (Pshh, damn)
I know you feel when them flames roaring, rain pouring
Flood your ears with the fears of me brainstorming
Aim crawling through the mud with fatigues, I'm in pain warring (Blah)
But me and Pain is equivalent to a plane
Soaring (I'm built for this shit, man)
I relived horrors that make you men quiver
Intense nigga, I'm just a kingpin with a king's pen, nigga
Verses of 10K, I move like MJ with the blicker
Black reuben, Kincaid, since tenth grade with my niggas
A mogul, I sign rappers, I get paid to get bigger
Shit is bittersweet, I mixed the lemonade with the liquor, woo
Amazingly dope, Pain baby, they say he the GOAT
Big Daddy Kane and Wayne Gacy on coke
A mix of Hulkamania and Tray Chaney, I'm both
I'm religiously counting digits, Pennsylvania's Pope
Pain, sharp imagery, dark energy, part Hennessy
Uncertain future with harsh memories
Yeah, the kid is a star, that's authentically
I'm obese, Roseanne Barr as I scar enemies, woo
These suckers, they don't respect the flex
I'm calling shots right from the chair like I'm Professor X
Chopper got a tripod, that's an Erector Set
Etch-a-Sketch you right out the picture, that's a direct effect
My plan vivid, I hand-picked it, this man wicked
You understand me and Ran is a pandemic
See, they gave me the light and I ran with it
Two champions exchanging punches, Durant, Leonard, motherfucker
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