Local Kid's [No Capo In This Storyline]

V6-MINI

No Capo in this storyline/
No hard-times tales in this case of mine/
No old crime names or street legends on my mind/
Just local kids and the work we put in line by line/

Verse-1
I used to run ball with the crew after school/
Baisley Park, off Foch and Guy R. Brewer/
IS8, walking home, thinking what we’d do/
Had a few fly girls, yeah, they kept me on my toes too/
Kids on the block, but I never let it steer me/
A young man boxed in, trying hard to break through/
Came up in my neighborhood, I built my own lane/
M.O.B. was the mindset that helped me stay true/
Stepped up my status, I was pushing for the movement/
Rolling with some locals from the deuce, cracking through it/
Sixteen years young, I’m hoping I make it through it/
Graduation coming, I ain’t forgot I’m moving/
In and out of class, by two, making music/
Only few folks I knew were really getting to it/
Had a block scuffle, I was there, but I’m through with/
Family on the phone, I knew what I was doing/
I didn’t know the answers then or how to fix it/
My plans fell through anyway, that’s how I’m moving/
I ain’t have to be no star with somebody else’s blueprint/
Started my own business, stay up, we living through it/

Verse-2
Raised out in Southside Jamaica, I’m from Queens/
Used to play James Bond when I ain’t have a team/
Need for Speed, street cars, thinking ’bout this cream/
Def Jam Vendetta, I was locked in on that dream/
NFL Madden, I was building up my teams/
Selling out the stadium, set the prices, get the green/
Hot dogs and popcorn, everything was seen/
Designing team jerseys, that was always me/
Trying to keep the numbers up, a player stacking teams/
A quarterback, D. Bledsoe, made the league/
Five was my number, long distance I could cover/
Routes for my homies, I was moving like a runner/
Now it’s tech plus ball, trainings in the summer/
Deals gotta close, cause I want to get the Hummer/
Compounds and luxury, but all this shit is covered/
NIBLS on the jet, word to mother/

Bridge
No need to dress it up, I kept it plain and local/
Same side streets, same old gym, same coach talk/
From the lunchroom talk to the late-night call logs/
I was building something real while the noise got small/
If you know the corners, you know we don’t overdo it/
Just a few good hands and a plan we move through it/
Made a name off work, not stories I don’t live through/
That’s why this whole thing sounds like me when I say it to you/

No Capo in this storyline/
No hard-times tales in this case of mine/
No old crime names or street legends on my mind/
Just local kids and the work we put in line by line/

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No Capo in this storyline/ No hard-times tales in this case of mine/ No old crime names or street legends on my mind/ Just local kids and the work we put in line by line/ No Capo in this storyline/ No hard-times tales in this case of mine/ No old crime names or street legends on my mind/ Just local kids and the work we put in line by line/ No Capo in this storyline/ No hard-times tales in this case of mine/ No old crime names or street legends on my mind/ Just local kids and the work we put in line by line/ Verse-1 I used to run ball with the crew after school/ Baisley Park, off Foch and Guy R. Brewer/ IS8, walking home, thinking what we’d do/ Had a few fly girls, yeah, they kept me on my toes too/ Kids on the block, but I never let it steer me/ A young man boxed in, trying hard to break through/ Came up in my neighborhood, I built my own lane/ M.O.B. was the mindset that helped me stay true/ Stepped up my status, I was pushing for the movement/ Rolling with some locals from the deuce, cracking through it/ Sixteen years young, I’m hoping I make it through it/ Graduation coming, I ain’t forgot I’m moving/ In and out of class, by two, making music/ Only few folks I knew were really getting to it/ Had a block scuffle, I was there, but I’m through with/ Family on the phone, I knew what I was doing/ I didn’t know the answers then or how to fix it/ My plans fell through anyway, that’s how I’m moving/ I ain’t have to be no star with somebody else’s blueprint/ Started my own business, stay up, we living through it/ Verse-2 Raised out in Southside Jamaica, I’m from Queens/ Used to play James Bond when I ain’t have a team/ Need for Speed, street cars, thinking ’bout this cream/ Def Jam Vendetta, I was locked in on that dream/ NFL Madden, I was building up my teams/ Selling out the stadium, set the prices, get the green/ Hot dogs and popcorn, everything was seen/ Designing team jerseys, that was always me/ Trying to keep the numbers up, a player stacking teams/ A quarterback, D. Bledsoe, made the league/ Five was my number, long distance I could cover/ Routes for my homies, I was moving like a runner/ Now it’s tech plus ball, trainings in the summer/ Deals gotta close, cause I want to get the Hummer/ Compounds and luxury, but all this shit is covered/ NIBLS on the jet, word to mother/ Bridge No need to dress it up, I kept it plain and local/ Same side streets, same old gym, same coach talk/ From the lunchroom talk to the late-night call logs/ I was building something real while the noise got small/ If you know the corners, you know we don’t overdo it/ Just a few good hands and a plan we move through it/ Made a name off work, not stories I don’t live through/ That’s why this whole thing sounds like me when I say it to you/ No Capo in this storyline/ No hard-times tales in this case of mine/ No old crime names or street legends on my mind/ Just local kids and the work we put in line by line/ No Capo in this storyline/ No hard-times tales in this case of mine/ No old crime names or street legends on my mind/ Just local kids and the work we put in line by line/ No Capo in this storyline/ No hard-times tales in this case of mine/ No old crime names or street legends on my mind/ Just local kids and the work we put in line by line/

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