Nymp

Life's a battle, mean streets eat you alive

Blocks'll have you, tryin' to maintain your course

Through the potholes and gravel

Hot holes and what have you, tryin' to clock dough

Foes tryin' to pop shots through you by code

Pigs tryin' to grab you and lock up your soul

Through the hot apple, nighttime shots crackle

Fiends tryin' to gaffle you

Not only coke heads but the feds in the Mercury Topaz

After you, up the avenue

Tryin' to give you big numbers, you got math to do

Tryin' to make you miss summer, shit, that ain't cool

I caught smaller cases tryin' to get cap or two

Up against the wall, tryin' to pass through

Ghost-like, hear the cries from the tortured souls

Most nights, I hold my toast tight, and it goes like

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Marcy, Brooklyn

Yo, I come through, gettin' money, sittin' on twenties

**** throwin' me shade, but ain't shit sunny

Hot shells only thing **** could get from me

Cocktails thrown in your living room, kaboom

I'm so confrontational

They shoulda never let me go on probation yo

I'm a hustler except that

No correctly facilities can correct that

I took a step back, I viewed myself

Seen where my head was at

It's where the dough is homey, gotta get that

Gotta get away, some try but head back

Street smart **** got left back

Some died, they left stacks

Me, I ball right, and on top of that I'm dog nice

Jigga been cold as fuck before ice

Not before Christ, but a long fuckin' time

Get your mind right ****

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Marcy, feel me

I looked death in the face years back

I held tears back, I gathered myself and stared back

I'm from where you don't crack, the weak don't live

You gotta bounce back homey, the streets don't give

I take and rape villages, who gon' stop him?

Not Rudy Guiliani, not Hillary Rodham

Still I still pop him

Shit I grassy knoll and hilltop him

It's all political now

I think big when I spit at you now

Between my dog and the figures, the four gonna getcha

Between life and death, they killed my spirit

So what little life I got left, y'all can expect me to ball

I taught myself, teacher said I was a lost cause

'Cause I used to roam them halls

Still I spit knowledge, dropped out of high school, skipped college

Who woulda thought I'd make it big, like Ms. Wallace?

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Marcy, New York, Brooklyn, feel me

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