Hell Of a Rhyme

I was born on noble back when niggas had to run away quick, see

Old folks never like when young ass kids be

Shooting hoops down by the drive-way

And if I hit the ball over the wall, I'd have to go and take the side way

I say, I say

I may have raised some hell at my schools

Fighting in lines and trying to stay cool

Like urkel, on the wall like murals

In my hoodie and my air force one pair more

Though I was not a scholar, I could make the ladies holler

Started spittin' from the heart when they was spitting from the wallet

Talking 'bout how they forever kings, yeah right

Forever never long as it do seem, yeah right

I used to, tell stories at the park on the playground

And after dark if ever the cops would come we’d have to stay down

Told my nigga adrian, shh they heard you lay down

I'mma hit the hill and flip the bird on the way down

See that was how we rolled, that was how we rolled

We were never hood but we had a lot of soul, so

Anytime I'm back at home doing a show yo

I have the mother fucker bouncing like a pogo

Yeah, so get your hands high

If you in the mood for a hell of a time

Call up the homies get a bottle of wine

And I'll supply you with a hell of a rhyme like

Yeah, so get your hands high

If you in the mood for a hell of a time

Drive to the store get a bottle of wine

And I'll supply you with a hell of a rhyme like

I was wearing them off-white chucks with the floral printed pants

With only 15 bucks we took a cab to the dance

Hopped out with the baddest chicks in the room

Heard the teachers saying, "man I'm glad they graduate soon," yes!

And on the nights where we were hurting for real

We'd drive through beverly hills just to see how it feels

If the weather was cold, we would hit up a show

Tried to sneak into the back so I can spit them a flow

If we was late, we rode our bikes after the bus

We were the legends of the summer, there's a chapter for us

In a book somewhere, yeah somewhere pretty

In an old library in a forgotten city, man!

Life is the fastest

Ain't nobody tell you 'bout the life of a rapper

It's all, money and gold, cars and hoes

But diamonds don’t shine in the dark

Ergo we sayin' this!