The Major Leagues Lyrics - Atmosphere

[Slug] 

He started running down the middle of the street 

Bare feet, looking like he needs a little to eat 

Broad daylight, the school kids are laughing at him 

It doesn't matter, he's battling a traffic jam 

A Pacman tryna come up a quarter 

Joystick, put your score in the corner 

Running from the ghosts till you get that pill 

Gotta hit the wall when you wanna stand still 

He's used to sell crack, years back 

I remember it was him and his weird fat cousin 

The last ones that you would've guessed at it 

Soundtrack was "Black Planet" and "Sex Packets" 

A long time ago in a hood 

that is still relatively close as the crow flies 

No time to grieve or bleed 

Tryna find a way to fulfill those needs 

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[Chorus: 2X] 

Such temptation, what's the basis? 

Cutthroat rages, tuck the razor 

Stuck in a phase of must get paid here 

Blood rush, raised up to the majors 

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[Slug] 

I was living at my dad's crib 

still a kid, when my best friend began to drift 

So I guess I was a lame 

cause I wasn't with the game, motherfuck cocaine 

Yeah I know you didn't want to be broke 

It's a common excuse for those that sold dope 

If your momma had knew, I know she'd throw blows 

Y'all moved here from Chicago to grow 

You got a tool up inside of your coat 

And you got no clue why you decided to smoke 

I never even said goodbye to the bloke 

I would see him around but never try to provoke 

But here we are two decades later 

I'm curious to see what the kingpin's days made of 

You never got to be Scarface 

Caught between a rock and a hard place 

Maybe he got something to say to me 

I have to patiently wait and see 

Hoping that heaven has a vacancy for dope fiends 

Cause I know he never made it to the major leagues 

[Chorus: 2X]