Testo Perfected On Puritan Ave. - Black Milk
Testo della canzone Perfected On Puritan Ave. (Black Milk), tratta dall'album No Poison No Paradise
Now that I think about it
We went from hoop dreams with the ball at hand
The rap game was a fall back plan
Quan was the homie 'cross the street when we were young
Always heard his grandma trippin' while we playin' 21
OG of the block, used to call him in
Throwin' money and bettin' on every game we playin' in
505, Hear 'em from the side, yo, y'all better win
Put the rim in the street, aight, aight, let's play to 10
'Til that morning knock on the door, we hearin' from his mom
Sayin' man just got jumped, we don't know if he gon' survive
Insane, couldn't stop the bleedin' from his brain
He's gone, tears shed, the block was never the same
As time passes
Yeah, bein' 10th Ave, lookin' over your shoulder
Don't realize you from a ghetto 'til you get a lil' older
On some summertime hype beat, summertime Spike Lee
Somehow I had that white Range Rover out nightly
Callin' my nigga Dre up, like, "Yo, I got that whip, let's dip"
You see these chicks that wanna lay
Up when they see that truck creepin'
Grey Goose, hotel rooms, like every weekend
Bitches that wanna blaze up
Blowin' money at the young age of -cough
What you expect from some young players
That never seen or never had nothin'?
But made money off makin' rap shit
And start livin' fast with some cash stuntin'?
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Writer(s): Curtis Cross
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