onekidsince 2007

    • Biography

      Biography

      I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded
      For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
      Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
      I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home
      I need a new nigga, for this black cloud to follow
      Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
      Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
      Picturin my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
      And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
      Headed for Indiana stabbin women like the Phantom
      The crew is lampin big Willie style
      Check the chip toothed smile, plus I profile wild
      Stash through the flock wools, burnin dollars to light my stove
      Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin Danes plus the games
      people play, bust the problems of the world today

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