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[Intro] Uh. You are now about to witness...Trophy music...at it's finest. No accolades needed. Uh. For my man [Verse 1] Most dudes are cosmetic, me, I'm authentic Me and Apollo split it in half is the percentage Detroit Tiger and a New York Yank' The combination be equivalent to cash in the bank This is classic in front of a mic when my name said To understand this O and his flow is like A said I'll gladly oblige to one's feeling anti Make 'em believe when I'm done and make 'em a fan of It's bitter sweet when I occupy and leave places It's unnecessary but my demeanor bring favors A barter system show a sign of respect between neighbors The [?] as Ving Rhames explained it It's O.G. talk a wise old owl Perched high in a tree seeing things before it's going down Hood prodigal eyes for cocktails not Moscato Drinking beers straight out the bottle [Hook] {x2} We have a choice in life to move on It's your choice get stuck or move on Mistakes happen in life, keep going Correct your faults and prove 'em all wrong [Verse 2] Two deep in the marauder Leaning, scoping out the scenery What I'm seeing can't explain what it mean to me Dead in the hood, exposed to the bliss of piss and broke glass Cruising up and down the ave From logging each frame in my brain like a photo My man described things in the city like Chernobyl Life is a concept I'm in process Fighting the odds for most is no contest Catching a body for youngsters be a hobby Responses is "fuck it" and just continue with the party Growing up getting in beefs we just fought it out Lived to see another day, laugh it off, talk it out What's going on? It's deeper than potholes Watching the next man plus abuse from the 5-O The last few years for me has been to lie low 40 years your senior, but what the fuck do I know? [Hook]