A Queens Story

Wave to the side of his dome, definition of good ? yo
Gangstas don't die, niggas only become immortal
Angels no longer fly, they walk right before you
In front of you, it's foul what this honey could do
Cats corrupt, so loyal
I hung with E-Money too, the fuckin' truth
There was Stress from my squad
I could've died the same night that Stress died
I just got out of his ride
He dropped me off then drove to Springfield
November 30th another Queens king killed
It fucked me up y'all
I was just tryin' to make it with Steve Stoute
The legal way, drug-free route
Back in the days they was sleepin' on us
Brooklyn keep on takin' it, Manhattan keep on makin' it

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[Verse 1:] You're just a small bump unborn, in four months you're brought to life, You might be left with my hair, but you'll have your mother's eyes, I'll hold your body in

And so the story goes they wore the clothes They said the things to make it seem improbable The whale of a lie like they hope it was And the Goodmen Tomorrow Had their

Everybody needs inspiration Everybody needs a song Beautiful melody, when the night's so long Cause there is no guarantee That this life is easy (Yeah) When my world is falling apart, when there's no light to break up

It took a bully riding my back to make me mad enough to fight And a summer with my granddad to find out what hard work's like It took that football coach

Well I've been too high and that's too low and the fastest speed is much too slow. It's not enough for me. I want more! So much more! Give me more! I'm spending all my energy