Two Masters
Little Vic, Rasheed Chappell
Rest in peace to Yel
And all the fallen soldiers
Project City stay strong
Yo yo
I rock Polo Ralph Lauren
All my currency is foreign
A hundred thou' sky miles
Niggas out touring
On rooftops and boat decks
From courtrooms to projects
To winter nights blue and whites
Circle the block
The bad news travels of who got shot
It's more than just music
This the memory of
The smell of cheap weed
And the Hennessy suds
It's like l still reside here
A part of me does
Yo
A part of me loves
Every hungry night
Was forced to fight for survival
The faith placed in self never placed in no Bible
My only rival
Was another nigga starving
Linked with those niggas
Now we out here mobbing
I'm God in the garden
No fruits forbidden
To my niggas bidding
In they state greens
Freedom
We both got the same dream
Same fiends
But my dope is different
Before it hit the streets
I had to live it
With no cuts
The truth as l see it
So if you serve it nigga
You gotta eat it
That's real talk
That's real talk
Yo
I move wiser
Rather than move faster
One King can't serve two masters
First the scorn
The praise comes after
You find what you willing to do
When you have to
That's real
That's real talk
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