Duality

Yeah, I like that, yeah
 Yuh
 His piece was hitting, bagging bundles blasting
 It Was Written
 Far from fiction,
 Kept the Smith n' for the friction on the ave pitching
 Talking shit Stephen A. Smith when talking 'bout the Knicks
 Got dimes in his trench, young dirty boy
 But that tech don't glitch
 Red flag by his stitches and that clip don't miss
 Aggressively bad attitude, his moms used to whip him
 He bounced back, no crying, never played the victim
 Stabbed in his back, left with a slight twitch
 Big heart, small frame, still like 5'6"
 Known the status, corner with the automatic
 Famous for the shootin', left scars that'll autograph
 Blood in the streets, Stephen King graphic
 Scales on the daily, just jugg'd the plasma
 Smoking heavy sour, coughing bad asthma
 Sell to dummies out of town, you could hear the laughter
 He need a pastor
 Moms ain't seen him, don't ask her
 Lil bro following behind in a life of crime
 Should've gave him composition, tryna bright his mind
 But steady on a ledge with a gun to his head
 Went on to juugs with his friends, found two to his head
 Shit nasty, now big bro lost, activated anger
 Here everybody got crossed, now he a bigger boss
 Chip on his shoulder
 Deez on his body, got a case in the folder
 Early with the dope, why you raisin' the Folgers?
 Life getting weird like [?] and [?]
 Hearing strange voices like "Look what I told you"
 Only 16 but he live like he older
 Mean mug, diddy bopped [?] toaster
 His hideout, heard his face on a poster
 Robbery went south, grab for the holster
 Cops ran down, close rain on a soldier
 Just a young nigga going out in the dope gang
 Never seen the world, only settle for small change
 It's fucked up (It's fucked up)
 Momma smoking stones, poppa was a rolling stone
 Uncle was a booster, auntie had a mobile home
 Scary Freddy Krueger, smoking to some Hall & Oats
 Projects with intruders, illuminati skull and bones
 War scars, exclusives, kicking rocks with open toes
 [?] to gain a student, dog food for older hoes
 Books by Rasputin
 Shakespeare, know his quotes; "To be, or not to be"
 Legacy we goin' for
 Neighbor keep the stash for him, wifey keep the cash for him
 Brodie keep the gas for him, hood got a pass for him
 Alligator dashboard, tag on the backboard
 Cryptocurrency corporation come in cash form
 Never met his pops, he was busy
 Lost his two sons to the city
 He did 15 in the mountains
 Baby momma he ain't wanna bring around 'em
 Saw it on the news when they found him
 Damn the same day he got out
 Money and success don't equate
 When the angels in your life fly away
 That's real shit, and that's fucked up
 That's fucked up
 More energy is [?] at the end of the day
 More energy is [?] at the end of the day
 More energy is [?] at the end of the day
 More energy is [?] at the end of the day
 More energy is [?]...
 Karma is crazy,
 She'll pop out at you with a fashionova fit, you feel me