Trading Places/ Manasia (interlude) - AZ

Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie

Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die

It’s all a game, some’ll make the Hall Of Fame

While others’ll die in vain tryin' to front for a name

Dreams fulfilled, gave us more room to build

Strong climb made more time for wounds to heal

I can see the sun, must’ve been blessed to be the one

Set, free to run

Same baby moms, new seed to come

Breathin' lungs, through the sonogram see the thumb

So regardless, male or female, love either one

G’s and tons branched out, copped the ranch house

To plan, Martin needed some space to plot my plans out

Speak of life, still rock low, plus the sneaker type

Reefer kites, pushin' a stick make you breeze through lights

Evil sights, gun shots, used to run spots

Slung rocks, nearly got rich off of one block

Saw the light, caught a case, couldn’t afford to fight

Lawyer white, had to cop out or face four to life

Poison bites, my brain, flyin' high flames

Tryin' to change, trapped between worlds kinda strange

Yo it’s either or, used to by girl, leave her raw

G’s galore, Christian Dior, devils believe in war

Need some more currency, streets observin' me

Third degree, tryin' to see billions before they murder me

Thoroughly thoughts react, let the Porsche mack accross tracks

Catch me in Haiti, ridin' horse back

Seek religion, study life, tryin' to see the vision

Weeks in prison a help a wise man peep his livin'

Reach decisions, analyze, scope the game, wit hopes to change

Before the stress overdose the brain, most remain

Shockwaves, I rock shades through the Tropic Haze

Under Palm Trees, puffin' lye for days, liver ways

Cold chillin', old villan, known for buildin'

Sittin' back, controlin' millions

What’s right or wrong?

Shorter days, nights is long

Keep ya cipher strong, just in case, it might be on

So what’s the remedy, for bein' invaded by your enemy

Envy me, had a cold heart since infancy

Below freezin', used to flip for no reason

Now beyond that, learned to relax, mastered slow breathin' Blowin' Hundreds

Spendin' paper’s so redundant

I’m from it, most large niggas over and done wit

No one to run wit, just a few from the Old School

Ocean cruise, layin' back soakin' the blues, scopin' the views

Never once, open the news

It’s all stress, placed on the broke or confused

So know the game, some’ll make the Hall Of Fame

While others’ll die in vain tryin' to front for a name