[Verse 1]
In the brightest of days, I can find the night
If I just close my eyes and I squeeze 'em tight
Second time in this life, see familiar territory
The hustle is my appetite the cash is my glory
I'm darker than midnight, I'm bright as in noon
Searchin for my melodies, follow the moon
Every city and town, that I run up in my travels
My game is like a earthquake, agitates the gravel
I put it down in Michigan, set it up sweet
Niggas used to call me second none Pete
I'm hard at the feet, I start the cream like scatter brave
Down in Cleveland, doin my thing they call me Don King
I came to New York, out of West VA.
They call me Shorty Locin, I'm deadly and I don't play
Like Willy Watson I fucked 'em and I knocked 'em
Straight askin bitches wasup, like Jesse Cook
Uh huh, in Alabama runnin Moonshine
I'm rap killer, you wouldn't find a iller hundred dollar biller
I'm number one in Augusta, like J.C.
Like little Herman from Pittsburgh you pay me
Like Zack Thomas and Frank Molten
I be the young nigga half the death, leave his ass floatin
Like Bumpy Johnson and beautiful rain
Without the street life I'd rather be dead, I swear I been here
HOOK:
Feel Like I Been There
I seen murder scenes, drugs I been here before
Send my blood to keep it raw, stay hardcore, c'mon, yeah
Feel Like I Been Here
I bust guns, push nines, and snuffed out lives
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