Keep it hot
Harrisburg PA
Comin through, comin through

Young & the Restless
Higher Real Entertainment


To all my ^!$$%s

[VERSE 1: Penhead]

Long gone from the days of bein lost in the streets
On the blocks with rocks, cops walkin the beat
Tryin to get ahead instead of fallin behind

Devil steady tellin me that it's all in my mind
Started to find every word that he said is a lie
And he can truly give a $#&@ if I'm dead or alive

My elders taught me to walk with my head up high
On the edge of insanity prepared to die
No fear in my eyes because death is promised

The drama of my life, I give it live in concert
^!$$%s swear they gangsta but don't follow the code
I'm the players' role model without a dollar to show

Holler at my ^!$$%s if I'm makin plates
And $#&@ them busters that player-hate
Still ( ? ) in my blood I'm a pimp to set

Fly through the city in a Lincoln jet
With my mind on my money, money in my pocket
Harrisburg ^!$$%s keep %#@! poppin

Make a way for the next man to eat
But first I'ma feed my family


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And you still catch me gettin high
In the club gettin mine

Real player on the rise, ^!$$%, recognize
Stayin true's all I care about
Never sellin out, keep my city in a Paramount


[VERSE 2: Penhead]
I gotta get this money so I push the limit

Get my foot in the door of this music business
Ain't no turnin back, full speed ahead
No servin crack, MC's instead

And I'm, pushin rhymes like weight
Jay cook that %#@! that make me lick the plate
Jealous ^!$$%s, don't have me slit your face

With a razor blade, you shouldn't hate
And the game got me paranoid, I'm stayin on my heels
Little black boy, never had %#@! for real

But hard times and my love for music
In my heart I knew I was born to do this
At 16 I was poppin club scenes

Chillin with the brahs, smokin fire green
Livin the lifestyle that fit my personality
But my dream was not yet a reality

Lost in the street life tryin to find a better way
On the corners in the ghetto got to elevate
Optimize, state of poverty and misery

I know my real ^!$$%s feelin me

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[VERSE 3: Penhead]
I'm in touch with reality, laws can't shackle me

My crime of choice is $$#ault and battery
Penhead's adversaries stay in grave danger
I should fear death but that ain't gangsta

I walk fearless and talk to spirits in my sleep
In my dream I seen Pac and BIG
And they both told me to get money

Rollin up weed in a Dutchie tellin me I'm lucky
If they had a chance to do it all again
They would be more careful who they call they friends

The sky was all grey, BIG was rollin up
$#&@in up the blunt like he could give a $#&@
Sittin in the backseat, watchin this in front of me

Dear Lord, what's to come of me
Once I seen the full picture I gather my thoughts
They basically tellin me watch the road I walk
And I appreciate the words of advice that were given to me
From that point on I knew they were livin through me

Thank God for the message he delivered me
And I'm prepared for the industry

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