On The Boulevard Lyrics - Royce Da 5'9

I've been trying so hard 

To erase the scars 

Of living this life 

On the boulevard 

(Oh on the boulevard) 

Every morning Kenny wake up 'bout 5 am 

And jog about seven miles before class start 

Had dreams of being the next superstar 

Like that boy Usain Bolt 

Kenny's ambition was crazy 

In his heart he was determined to get it 

So he stuck wit' it 

Six days out the week kenny hit the track 

With his goals set high, he ain't turning back 

Lost one too many of his friends over goods and crack 

Kenny put it in his mind there's something better then that 

His daddy called him flypaper the way he stuck to the track 

His momma said "it's your time baby you can't turn back." 

And through all the blood, sweat, and the tears 

Kenny promised the fan for 40 years 

To come, got to get it 

He shall prosper 

Jumping hurdles in life 'til the next one pop up 

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Every morning Kenny wake up at 9 AM 

Hit the traphouse and stay there til its 5 AM 

I call that trappin' pages 

He always holdin his dick, always busting off 

But I dont call that masterbation 

He all about heart 

And you will never hear "Oh my god they killed Kenny" 

Bitch this ain't South Park 

This the dirty mittens scurvy conditions 

Workers is stealin, stealers is workin 

You only as real as the nigga you murdered 

Bullets fly to your chest leak 

Treat you like you a crownless chess piece 

Middle finger never up, thats a substituted waste 

Why would he do that when can just tell you niggas "Fuck You" to your face? 

He could fill up y'all with philly's boulevard bully 

To pull your card with no regards for the laws, wearing a hoodie 

Police on his trail, he toss the bird 

Roll his window down like "Can I help you office-errrrr?" 

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I've been hustlin' for so long 

The streets just won't leave me alone 

It's a battle I've got to win 

I can't give in 

Bound for destiny, for greatness 

Yet they both struggled with the 9-7 

As evidence they were meant to be more 

Yet they can't seem to finally find the score 

Cuz the game they played was rigged from the beginning 

And in the end I sit on the sidelines and cry 

Both cues stuck in a parallel universe will lose their minds