Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere
Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere
Look, they say it's lonely at the top, but it was only on the block
When you're chillin' on the roads, nobody warns you of the cost
When your friends become your frenemies, you really have to watch
And you really need due diligent, you really need to talk
Who's got the devil in their soul? The petals of a rose fall down
When it rains too heavy and it's cold
I done fallen off so much, there's metal in my bones
There's sorrow in my voice, infiltrates into my flow
They say he fallin' from the sky, me, I seen him different
He was friendly with my sister, so I seen him as my guy
And I can see him now, he's fly
Trap shoot buttons, he had proof made out of cotton
While he tilted to the side, I'm not even gonna try
To explain the way he used to spit game, it's like he could get deep into your mind
A manipulator, a fabricator
His brother used to chop, man, he was an oppositator
He had the kind of energy, you couldn't help reciprocating
One day on the block with him would end up hella devastating
And I mean stolen vehicles going for a red like it's a green light
He shouted, build a spliff, I said, you're not talking to me, right?
And my name on the back seat was shaking in the meantime
And I'm not gonna lie, I was a blue slims and a cheese guy
Grinding with me, but I wasn't grinding, I was too high
I seen him check the rear view mirror, there was blue lights
He told me I should drive, he started climbing onto my side
Now I'm in the driver's seat, just trying not to die
And I can drive, but I'm not the kind of driver that can slide
But the way I'm hitting corners, I done flying side to side
I didn't know he was him
I didn't look close enough to see the break in his wing
I never knew he could sing
Until he started dropping lyrics once the spirit kicked in
He said, somewhere underneath the ghetto
Ghosts that fall from every level
Flames are real, call it hell
Now you're dancing with the devil
While the back end was kicking up
He's blowing out smoke like it's medicinal
I'm tripping up, next thing was skidding up
Two T's, I'm running through the block and I'm dizzy
He was walking under the moon, a real smooth criminal
There's nobody he could compare to. He was original
He go ballistic, but even ballistic he was tactical
He wasn't academic, but with pennies he was masterful
Turn a penny to a pound, to see it, it was magical
I was trying to be like him, it was impossible
The darkness in his soul meant the murder was no obstacle
Bango for the carousel, I don't mean like the vegetable
He looked up to his mother and it made him seem respectful
The hood gets beautiful
When Southern Comfort and the coke had my delusion
We were chilling on the graveyard opposite the flats
Everybody wearing black like it's a funeral
And then I said, yo fam, I'm getting tired of the graveyard
I'll leave you in the morning though, I'll meet you by the play park
He looked at me like there's something heavy on his heart
I just thought nothing of it, walked off into the dark
He stayed out on his own, I didn't know
We were chilling on the graveyard by his big brother's headstone
You went stumbling home in the cold
In the early hours is when the devil takes a hold of your soul
And when he woke up, look, us on both hands were broke
And from there, I just heard what the newspaper wrote
It said she was fine with a bruise round her throat
Two black eyes, missing a tooth, broken nose
It was his mother that he smashed up.She died not long after
He weren't allowed to the funeral. What a disaster
He still sat in jail looking stripped tough and cracked up
The devil got his soul. End of that chapter
I didn't know he was him
I didn't look close enough to see the break in his wing
I never knew he could sing
Until he started dropping lyrics once the spirit kicked in
He said, somewhere underneath the ghetto
Ghosts that fall from every level
Flames are real, call it hell
Now you're dancing with the devil
Whoa. Somewhere underneath the ghetto
Those that fall from every level
The flames are real. Call it hell
Now you're dancing with the devil
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