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Writer's Block

Ooh\nYeah\nI’ma just call this «Writer's Block»\nYeah\nQuarter million in invoices, I’m hearing voices\nGotta live with my friends' choices, can’t endorse it\nWe was supposed to bend twin Porsches and then—\nEatin' oysters, meetin' lawyers\nMe and the streets divorcing\nOne-man army, no reinforcement\nDodgin' karma from three abortions\nThuggin' so hard like we enjoyed it\nForty-five on me like twenty-three and Jordan\nPaper longer than Pippen’s arms, wingspan\nCame up with a whole team of shooters, but we ain’t playin'\nThrow it up, I took off from the block like Steve Francis\nFronted us, so he thought he could tax it, so we ain’t pay him\nThat was my first advance, fuck it, it’s worth a chance\nFrom dead broke to up, had to count 'til I hurt my hand\nShorty had broke my heart, was a while 'fore I heard again\nIf I did, I don’t remember shit, I was on several Xans\nThat was the darkest times\nFuck that shit\nIt’s difficult starting over, you gotta start were you are\nHead and heart full of scars\nCatchin' charge after charge\nTired of takin' losses, I celebrate breakin' even\nBeen yellin' out, «Grind hard,» I ain’t ever say it was easy\nYou niggas ain’t never know me for hesitatin', just squeezin'\nThey lie to y’all, then the devil make you believe 'em\nThe streets ain’t nothin' but pain', put no trust in the game\nI was really outside, used to love to hustle in the rain\nMight’ve just got a job if I knew just what it’d bring\nNah, I ain’t want no L, so who the fuck I’ma blame?\nEven when it seemed like it was all bad, it was all good\nStandin' on all ten, shootin' all seventeen\nI got stuck with some dirt and my phone, it don’t never ring\nSwear I just need a plug and I put that on everything\nThe apartment on Bell Road with nobody there but Bing\nI ain’t sleep for two years straight, I forgot that I had a dream\nFront page of the newspaper, stand in my magazine\nShit, I was stuck then too\nFuck around with Dot and them\nGot back in school\nI needed some more shit to write about\nI don’t regret nothing, fuck it\nIt’s history\n'Fore you know where you going, you gotta know where you been