The 1 In Mind

okay now hey how can i say words to attain some sort of attention wait still up above like im flying straight but in my hood how could one show proof before i mix the fruit i grew music be my melodic grooves busting my life along the lines my ink drips to spit at you practically in my solitude when i sit quiet and think of you but no time for appologizing just continue to move into ways you do when you denied me the truth now im stuck in deep solids by the roots so stay humble and loyal to the hustlers that stay within the hoods. brandishing the goods for the moves i hustle gripping wood looking over hoods nothing to prove for ive already chose my lines as my rymes exploit the minds that take in the boys exchanging them into brutes so devious into the tunes i use wishing to enthuse breaking all the rules tipping perelli on as shoes just looking how i move you see differences between me and you soon tiping my brigade of goons taking on this game you chose but in the end i know ill rule no need to be blinded nigga im the one thats news