Promise NYC - Started From The Bottom (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Promise NYC] Started from the bottom Five story apartment up in Harlem Same place my Uncle Bobby had some problems Wish I could travel back to 1990 And tell em' bout the 48 laws, mainly number two and nineteen And maybe he'd be in our lives I don't write, I improvise Have a long lasting effect the second I enter lives Master Splinter-wise, thought process you gotta an*lyze Spit powerful sh**, you might cry if you look me in my eyes The worst day of my life will be when Brenda dies Far as me, I'm cool with anything after twenty-five The thought of my own d**h gets me energized Said "f** God", I wonder if I'll be penalized The complexity of a young man Wanna save the world but I don't give a f** on one hand God was up in heaven relaxing, getting a sun tan Shoulda' had his a** in Sandy Hook making them guns jam They never gon' see me like a 3-point line dunk slam Wordplay crazy, you could tell I was a Pun fan By myself I'll destroy your lineup, I'm gon' be honest Promise Baltimore ya'll corny rhymers the 49ers My sh** is witty and clever Forget these n***as I'm better Pick n***as from different eras And mix them n***as together I'll spit some sh** that's whatever and finish Hip-Hop forever Flow too distant to measure Life's a gift and it's precious but why my n***as is stressin'? Splitting spliffs on the dresser And hittin' piff for the pressure If we slip outta heaven what do we get for our effort? I'm hoping for an "E", if not "F" it You can't say you real till' you feel what everyone else feel Go help [?], even when I just said that it felt real Did ya wake up yet or am I talking to myself still? February, still got that 2012 feel There's people in New Orleans needing help still They don't really want us to live, look at our health bills! They done brainwashed the people f** a lollipop, pay attention to that needle f** a zombie invasion, we're zombies Most of us live blindly So we ain't vote Mitt Romney Folks still gon' get bodied n***as still gonna commit robbery So don't even run that sh** by me The world end? Oh well sh** finally When it happen Ima' sit calmly I look at life like a big comedy Lost n***as that was just by me Drive bys [?] Bullet holes got left right where I would've been probly' So I've never really been jolly Any love that was inside me is pretty much gone entirely Only real n***as inspire me Fake n***as often [?] They ain't got what I embodied I ain't God but I am godly, no I am him prolly' Just send a body from the bottom where they [?] Hear pa-pa-pow in the background Pat downs for the crack [?] Same ones that the police pa**ed round Tryna bring the money back around Your n***a said there was rhyme where he at right now? Get locked bet they won't bring they a** around Be in the club while they lowering your casket down And that's just foul, but that's just how these n***as think n***as talking bout, they smell like money They think like money, they think they big cause they making money f** you talking my n***a they make them money They played you dummy, they think you funny, they- [Outro] -Think you stupid, and we are But not "we" ya'll, Me? Nah I see far "n***a Prom he a retard, thinking he god But he still trapped in the same maze that we are" Wish I could bring back everyone on life support who didn't make it And anyone who took they life before cause they couldn't take it And everyone in a casket or, ashes in a can Who had a chance then life snatched out they hands, damn (Door Closes)