In the heat of the night chasing dreams playing the
dirty game
Growing up in the streets wanting nothing but money and
fame
If it doesn't make dollars it don't make sense
Saw the grass was greener on the other side so I hopped
The fence
Ice running through my veins so I'm never a hot boy
All about the dead presidents call me the paperboy
Constantly looking over my shoulder walking this jungle
Student of hard knocks hit the ground running never
stumbling
Because my hungry heart kept my stomach rumbling
©droneking
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