Kwajo Cinqo - Boy Wonder lyrics

[Verse 1] This is for the kids who ain't live 'fore the cemetery I'm tired of seeing my n***as names in obituaries And my sister just joined the military There's already shots down the block man the sh** is scary This kid just made the news and I'm feeling wary We was born the same year and in February Damn. The same day. Even the same race I'm just lucky we ain't share the same face We was a block dealer turned convicted cop k**er Wondering in our lives where did he and I exchange fate? My life could've turned out the same way. On that same day With that AK. Catching the same case [Hook (2x)] But I'm the Soul brother. Flow like no other n***as with their team catching hollows, Ghost Busters They got the tees with the toys under To deploy thunder. They be robin like boy wonder [Bridge] But I'm Bruce Wayne You think the boots on one foot and then the shoe change Then sh** switch quick kind of like a mood swing Then you lames start to bolt like Usane Verse 2: He was a check chaser, rival set banger When he'd hang with his gang, he was the tech sprayer You better hope it jams like on old school ca**ette player Or you're next hater The cannon strapped to his arm, stuck to him like a cancer Any problems arose that was his answer Had so much potential 'til he was put in the slammer Shooting b-balls and bullets, had the arm and the hammer He put another six feet under as a victim Now all he is is a number in a system Everybody got a story - some try to oversell it You have hope until its over, or it's overwhelming So they take a drink and sipping it Or grab the gat, and they're gipping it 'til they feel omnipotent So find something to sip and then get pouring Or find something to die for and live for it [Hook 2x] [Bridge] [Verse 3] "It was all a dream" matter of fact it still is too Life's a b**h and I swear she's a nympho Cuz she f**s every n***a that she's into I put my trust in her, that was my issue I said it's simple, thoughts bleed from the temple To a pad through a pen or pencil while I'm into An instrumental as it loops and keeps tempo When a beat's in my mental I get it poppin' - pimples I spit deep rhymes, watch me shine Like head lights to a street sign while the beat grinds Yeah, the high beams, and I dream to get my CREAM I murder flows, the rhymes scheme is a crime scene Kids'll see sh** on TV and try to copy that When all these pussies are just a bunch of copycats You can turn a corner, get jumped or hear the shotty blast You'll be left in a body bag or a bodycast [Hook 2x] [Bridge] [Hook 1x] It kind of makes this boy wonder...