The Major Leagues - 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

[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

[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]