---intro From the cold winters of Moscow To the hot summers of LA Let's do it
---hook x 2 And when I got to the point of no return I made a move and I can't go back But when I get on my feet and run up to the top Im gonna take you to where I'm at
---verse 1: I Diggidy I like Nike gear and my body type athletic Hanging on the block taught me a lot of shit and a little ethics Taking efforts is a sure method to shine Try my shoes on and quit trying to tear a hole in my behind
My poppa left the son to his mom Said he gonna come back that was not what he done Momma had to pay the bills dad abandoned us He broke my heart momma tried to mend that up
Looking for a better life we moved to a bigger city Eversince that we're the defenition of needy I was a kid with no direction it had me shook Searchin for a father figure I hooked up with crooks
It was a crazy time 'tho it made me see Who are friends who are not who is there for me And now I'm on my way to make it on my own We gonna have a happy home ma c'mon
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---verse 2: Arcyn Al Im from a humble begining stomach rumbling Im sinning I run in up in something bullets ripping through your tendence Im a California menace sipping on a Guiness And never knew love cause I never played tennis
In the getting paid business live or lay in it stand up or sit on like a bitch and bathe in it It's amazing the way I came up out the cage with it and wouldn't pose to make you cross the innerstate with it
Yeah huh now was that over your head Like an angel with a halo over his dreads I got a pain under my naval and it grew it's own legs Took me to another tabel where they're braking their bread
Now trust this when I'm able I'm a do what I said Get my family out the ghetto buy my momma a crib Take it to another level but it is what it is When you're dancing with the devil on a Gasoline Bridge
---verse 3: Russian Rullet hey hey now - walken through the devils playground A slain child found beheaded - non sympathetic the credits roll Up the screen as the screams just ecco From moscow to Inglewood - this is are ghetto
Dead or in jail - hell Lucifer will lock the gate Not a sketch - not a trace - got us sippen vodka straight Since tha passen of micheal Jackson the king of pop Wishen that they pinch me - convince me maybe the dream will stop
But it didn’t pray for sinning - never woke for breakfast Point of no return - but maybe theres a ressurection Is it a part two of my dejvu now my mind playen tricks on me -Mob putten hits on me
Hes a writer - a visionary a Brave author Cast out - hated on cuz he a shade darker Cardiac arrest - going through tha same trama Bout dollaz - no dimes - I aint change mama