1993

[Verse 1: The Cool Quest] Over medulla, I blow my potent and school ya The truth is the truth, but you don't want it Bust your ass for status to flaunt it Generational backwater, mad slaughters Smut was a pastor daughter, brought up by the bodega Life word to my breed, my dark soul and creed We die for niggas ain't share the same blood we bleed Too free to enslave my mind to bullshit you instill I'm still up, writing these rhymes My niggas still out 4 a.m. moving dimes Hopefully within the month he move up to quarters Real shit on his mind like trying to feed his daughter Soon come, we come up, order like 4 of them brolic bottles in the club Hoes with drastic asses come and show us some love Niggas stop hating and finally bump to my tape Late but better than never Phony niggas I just had to sever like a limb that got crushed My mind's dim gotta crush, dro, gotta crush this ho Ain't tryna get trucked off for bucking so I crushed his dome with my 44' I be around, in the park we used to play in But now all we do is drink brews and watch the bums laying So day in, day out, I watch my niggas fly south Thoughts of a better life, plight is trife, more to it than a cyph Lights of my city I see them in the distance but I be here Watching my back, grabbing the strap I left in the house I'm bugged, tryna catch a buzz 'fore I catch a slug [Hook] It's just a 93 dream though Smoke weed, fuck bitches, get the cream though Real niggas, real niggas pull triggers though 93 'til forever nigga ain't you know? [Verse 2: The Cool Quest] I ain't crazy, it's just the hood make my mind react Nigga I ain't tryna be down, I'm just tryna adapt Fuck with the right niggas, cause some will make your mind go "splat!" I'd rather be the nigga on the other side like "blat!" If I had to choose, but I'd just rather cruise Driver seat beamer on the Deagan Speedin, bumping Nas, dolo cheefin' Whatever crew feeling brave then I'm solo reachin' Quick to run to heat, well these niggas got hot first It's more to rap than just a hot verse That's if you really mean what the fuck you say These niggas picked the wrong day like they fucked with Dre Heard Cruel Summer now I don't really fuck with Yay My summer was really cruel, not celebrity ridicule I ain't fucking Kim, so how cruel was your summer really dude? I be lampin', like it's still '93 on the speakers Crushing all these green bits, bumping to all that G shit Nobody hearing real rap, I'm still spittin' it Pen a verse end your career while I'm shittin' kid You can get with this shit or get with that You can get loud and very easy get the strap That's just how we act, no surprise we so niggerish Pipe a ho raw and pray for impotence Guns, salute life, 93 til it's infinite [Hook]