Dr. Yen Lo - Day 1125 lyrics

[Verse 1] Rope 'em with the spoken, I start twine The Ville way still spray dough on the stop sign On us and they taught us, always been in the top crime And I held lives, The rise is a rock climb Even though they friskin' for the pistol, I got mine Official when I pick up the nickel, no-one drop dime While I yearn, hope I don't turn and feel the hot nine Ghetto with a empty kettle, it's filling pot time Not hesitant, the testament, life in the melt The many rhymes, for many times had me tighten my belt Gotta fight at night when not a bite on the shelf Even the lowest hoes wanna siphon your wealth The tools remove j**els you don't wanna share The rudest stares that moved to shoot a fair Brutish star, armed for a coup d'etat We nibble with little hoping that we could chew tomorrow Pose at the stove, brewing work How I'm supposed to be good, whole hood doing dirt? And all the woes of foot soldiers pouncing their step Been vet, never bounced a chin check The fact that won the stack made me sling A chance to dance on em 'fore fat lady sing Murderous servant, hoping one day I may be king Try and get fly that's why I played the wing From what I survive, live is the moniker Y'all forgot what's hot, spot Ka's barometer Demand higher standards, giving no lesser With plans sire-handed did it no pressure Taste the fruit, naked truth, I won't dress her But she claim ride or die, they aim to road test her [Outro] What's my flesh placed in dust On the quest of my favorite just All that time spent on block For no beginning let me end on the top Yeah, let me end on the top For no beginning let me end on the top Yeah, let me end on the top