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Yeah, this is me when I was comin' up on the humble Huh, yeah the humble Mexicans in the building Doing their demolition And we can't contend this 'Cuz we only be 5 tenants No heat or hot water Landlord ran out of oil Confront him? Don't bother Landlord thinks we're spoiled Takin' English baths Damn we're goin' under This is worse than when we had bedbugs last summer Stockbroker friend from college Outta nowhere just hits me Hoping he'll kick some knowledge Share success with me Knowledge came at a strip club He wanted to see some tits Success came with 2 hundreds and ones Yo I pocketed them shits Took 'em home to wifey Wife of common law No I never put a ring on it Couldn't afford one, y'all Three trains and two buses She would take to Queens To keep her strong we'd think The end justifies the means Cleanin' faeces every day She worked with disabled adults At night we'd drink Gato Negro Trade each other some insults That woman there had the heart of Rudy Dat ass. Judge Judy? Judge Judy would have been all up in my booty Damn I need some gigs So I stayed sheddin' Old-ass young lions Vibin' me over at sessions Sleeping with my exes And ploying them to fruition I was learning lessons Never date female musicians Begging club owners nightly Go and ask Mitch When groupies became managers I was livin' up in a ditch Peers come to my rescue? No they were too afraid Afraid I would blow up Take the throne one day If it was already written Well shall I not have scorn A jazz musician died Pan Am was born A rockstar said life was ours And we live it our way My response is "One fifty second street Between Amsterdam and Broadway"
Writer(s): Leron Thomas, Scott Moncrieff Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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