Royce Da 59 lyrics : "On The Boulevard"
(Royce Da 5'9) Every morning Kenny wake up at 9 AM Hit the traphouse and stay there til its 5 AM I call that trappin' pages [ He always holdin his dick, always busting off But I dont call that masterbation He all about heart And you will never hear "Oh my god they killed Kenny" (*##$ this ain't South Park This the dirty mittens scurvy conditions Workers is stealin, stealers is workin You only as real as the ^!$$% you murdered Bullets fly to your chest leak Treat you like you a crownless chess piece Middle finger never up, thats a substituted waste Why would he do that when can just tell you ^!$$%s "$#&@ You" to your face? He could fill up y'all with philly's boulevard bully To pull your card with no regards for the laws, wearing a hoodie Police on his trail, he toss the bird Roll his window down like "Can I help you office-errrrr?" I've been hustlin' for so long The streets just won't leave me alone It's a battle I've got to win I can't give in (Chorus) I've been trying so hard To erase the scars Of living this life On the boulevard (Oh on the boulevard) (Outro) Bound for destiny, for greatness Yet they both struggled with the 9-7 As evidence they were meant to be more Yet they can't seem to finally find the score Cuz the game they played was rigged from the beginning And in the end I sit on the sidelines and cry Both cues stuck in a parallel universe will lose their (?)
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