Lyrics The Prototype - K-Rawn

Yeah...

I was born under the California sun
When life was much simpler than rhythms and drums
Deep divin' in a city filled with narcotics and guns
Hangin' with close homies and livin' it dumb
Walking down tagged up blocks deep in the bright streets
Always 90 degrees in my Chuck Taylors and white tees
To the liquor store for some chips and soda
Hook a junkie up with the change leftover
Listen to Shook Ones thinking it's fire
Pull out a crumpled paper when I feel inspired
Write rhyme after rhyme, read it over hundred times
Scribble in a verse, memorize a punchline
Then get home, hop on this old laptop
Try to make a beat with these words that I jot
Modify these bars, make this drum kit sound hot
A dollar and a dream tryna hit the jackpot

Whoever I become, I'm never gonna change up
This one's for my homies, essays and gangbangers
9 To 5'ers or ones that twist they fingers
Live and breathe this city, will never act a stranger

Whoever I become, I'm never gonna change up
This one's for my homies, essays and gangbangers
9 To 5'ers or ones that twist they fingers
Live and breathe this city, will never act a stranger

From the hood not the ghetto yup
Best get the memo yup
Like what bitch who that, hello what
710 Freeway in un momento
No matter where your head go
It's still a threat wussup
But them know I was still down for whatevers but...
Joza MC in the block like a Lego yup
And they go up, saw them youngest niggas stacking pesos up
At 17 years old I have gave those up
I had to let so and so know my hoe prego, happy, stressed, angry-gry
Missed cashing checks
But I can't progress if I'm rapping less
Do I have regrets? Goddamnit won't happen again
I don't know what happened to them
But I picked up a pad and a pen
Walking to school, DMX, Wu-Tang and Eminem
Who walking right next to them? Like "oh shit"
"Who made this instrumental again? Right, no shit"
Nobody really better than them
Don't get it then I dead 'em like I never met 'em
Bozo type be hoe tonight, Loner type
Prototypes from both of us like...

Whoever I become, I'm never gonna change up
This one's for my homies, essays and gangbangers
9 To 5'ers or ones that twist they fingers
Live and breathe this city, will never act a stranger

Whoever I become, I'm never gonna change up
This one's for my homies, essays and gangbangers
9 To 5'ers or ones that twist they fingers
Live and breathe this city, will never act a stranger

Knew from a young age what I had to sacrifice
My entire life to fill this music appetite
Ain't proud of it but school was no longer first to me
While music was improvin', academics got worse for me
Had to make a tough decision, fulfill this vision
Hittin' the books was no longer the mission in my position
Lookin' back that part of life I regret
But I had to move forward and I couldn't stop to reflect
Bunch of bumps and bruises in this place
Made me put in work, it made me chase
Made me own up to the demons I had to face
But everything professional and handled with grace
Worked till I couldn't to the tee, on the dot
Woulda given up a whole arm for this spot
Woulda ended up slanging, prisoned or shot
I owe this fuckin' city a whole lot for what I got

Whoever I become, I'm never gonna change up
This one's for my homies, essays and gangbangers
9 To 5'ers or ones that twist they fingers
Live and breathe this city, will never act a stranger

Whoever I become, I'm never gonna change up
This one's for my homies, essays and gangbangers
9 To 5'ers or ones that twist they fingers
Live and breathe this city, will never act a stranger