[Danté Wolfe]
Yo mute that for me, there you go

[Verse: Danté Wolfe]
Ayo listen and learn, roll a blunt up and burn
N***as never got no concerns, 'til you helping 'em earn
But I keep my circle tight, no bitch shit
And to the girl who left me hanging, you gon' miss this
Now back to the topic, my Carlton Ave biopic
I did a lot in my time and I'm just now stopping
Put my degree on the cover so my siblings can know
That it's a long ass road, but you still gotta go
Put my degree on the cover so you n***as can know
That while I really had to hustle, I ain't stupid or slow
And at the same time, keep it rooted in the truth
Ain't no lying in the booth, spit so hard, might chip a tooth
I be howling at the moon just to ease my pain
It's really rolling blunts at night just to ease my brain
Cause I done seen so much dog and the evil will stain you
One day you look up and you ain't the even the same you
I guess that's the type of bullshit that the game do
Got a home girl that introduce me as her drug dealing friend
Grandmama pride and joy
Momma first baby boy
It's so many hats and only one face
Been the master of my fate and the jack of all trades
Even on my worst day I wouldn't even trade places
N***as with no heart will steal yours, Smoking Aces
Turn the tin man into a tin can
Wizard of the O-Z
Every time I'm in yo city
Just cause you got a fat ass, it don't make you pretty
And just cause you pretty you can still be gritty
See God don't like ugly so I know that he love me
And some n***as never ever smile, 'cause they money is funny
So stay away from me, stopped asking people to pray for me
I'll do it for myself, like Frank's ex girl, I ain't fucking with the help
To accumulate my wealth, I'll take the slow route
Before I go out like a sucker
Low down dirty muthafuckas pull you in the gutter
I gotta cut ties with my past life
Cause nowadays its feeling like I'm on my last life
And it's no 1up, dog they steady killing in my city
And it's so fucked up
'Cause StL now stands for 'Stop Taking Lives'
They shell shocked but these lil n***as ain't surprised
So say a prayer for my city, Ima say one for me
Carlton Ave : The memoirs of a true G
Man let that bitch breathe