AND 1

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La Musica De Harry Fraud

Long road to recovery, I been out of prison, they still judging me

Was thrown out the system, I went stubbornly

The book got thrown, but I read the summary

Utterly performin' skulduggery cool, calm, and comfortably

But they ain't had enough of me

They can't keep track, I move suddenly

You'll never go back if you knew luxury

Back to that jail sub begrudgingly, and you ain't even wanna know what's said in your discovery

Now they got blood on me

The same old story with a different author

Fight or flight, that's a quick departure

A raw savage, a dealer that paved the way for a lost addict

Naive **** with rich dreams and poor habits

Now I'm too disciplined, no code of silence

I'm through whisperin', the focus was never on who's listenin'

Nah, every quote'll be so glorious, a soldier that's ready to die, but notorious

From hallways to Broadway, nights and dark days to Barclays

Fights for contres to entrees, flights to Pompeii with fiancées

Lavish misery, excuse this ****'s brash deliveries

It's comin' from a dude that's seen it all and then some

'Cause you gotta see the flaws to end one

To climb to the top, you need to crawl and then run

Your time's up, you need to score, AND 1

It seems like the closer I get to livin' a so-called dream life

Those who seem hyped just wanna know what I stream like

But they ain't go through all them dark days and extreme nights

God bless the child who brought blades to a street fight

Meanwhile, I'm tellin' these youngins, watch out for these types

Those who left you blind just couldn't see right

Words that are written in brail, they fail to recite

Nerves too timid and frail to hail this street life

Nothin' left till you feel that pain in your upper chest

Stomach turns once you come to terms with another death

I don't think there is a tougher test

That's why I say those who know how to suffer usually suffer less

Went from doin' my drug deals in a dull alley

Now it's long flights to Bali, booked at the Bulgari

No light steps or mic checks, my bulls carry

I gets dirty, then unload this full heavy

From hallways to Broadway, nights and dark days to Barclays

Fights for contres to entrees, flights to Pompeii with fiancées

Lavish misery, excuse this ****'s brash deliveries

It's comin' from a dude that's seen it all and then some

'Cause you gotta see the flaws to end one

To climb to the top, you need to crawl and then run

Your time's up, you need to score, AND 1