Cult Classic

[Verse 1]
Celebration, another man makes it out the matrix
I'm tossing to this moment (Why?)
'Cuz if we never quote-on-quote "famous"
In the eyes of the beholder then they eye us forsaken, face it
I could be [?] out the pistol for the homies mine they crystal
Just to make sure that my money never turn into an issue
Pension out the window, pistol to your temple
Bleeding and your breathing in your heart on different tempos
Reasons for me bein', changes like the seasons
When the frost around the window turn the sun that keeps ya heated
Especially in Brooklyn where [?] gets respect and the nine-to-five gets your ass clowned by your people
They evil, the evils, they run around town talking trash 'til you stab where you stand by you [?] cause your talking got repeated, off 'em
The [?] got the [?] with the Jesus on them, flossin'
I tell them all caution, the devil tends to slip in when you slippin'
Unless you happy about the [?] you pissin', my homie rep the drug like he a piston
I'm tryna rep the city I was given, New York, Brooklyn

[Verse 2]
I try to tell my little cousin "take it easy, pimpin'
You make the streets sound like something that you know they isn't"
He need your petty morals mixed in with his ghetto vision
I guarentee to him that [?]
I gave him [?], told him why to study Pac's ambition, to study Pac I've seen the way these shiesty fuckers did him, to study big and see what happens when that ass is winnin'
What left to say this summer when you know they done and listened
Reminded me of my ass, when it was me and my past, and I was dreaming of cash, but didn't see the right pass or I would miss it
Picture my position, half of me was preaching, the other half of me knew I was reaching, seamless
Who doesn't dream of being [?]? Really. I took a trip to Philly just to see it, scenic
Told Rocky I could beat him, I'm cocky as a [?] who got a lot would agree with

[Verse 3]
I walk Broadway in broad day rapping, rehearse day passing
Earth Day is just a name of herb day bagging
Per plays, personally per chase baggies per say to carry out the hurt, that's savage
Now rewind that, and if you can define that then odds are you're where I'm at
And if so, watch that ass at all times, killers and the crime rate seem to climax (The primitive crime rate) I just climbed back
Each day's replay, replays combat
Each day, G play, erase time while we was all just kids trying to blaze some dime-bag