Keep it hot

Harrisburg PA

Comin through, comin through

Young & the Restless

Higher Real Entertainment



To all my niggas



[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 fuck 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

Niggas swear they gangsta but don't follow the code

I'm the players' role model without a dollar to show

Holler at my niggas if I'm makin plates

And fuck 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 niggas keep shit 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, nigga, 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 shit that make me lick the plate

Jealous niggas, 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 shit 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 niggas 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 assault 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

Fuckin up the blunt like he could give a fuck

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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