On the Boulevard - Royce 5'9, Nottz, Adonis

I’ve been trying so hard

To erase the scars

Of living this life

On the boulevard

Ohh, on the boulevard

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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 to 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 guns and crack

Kenny put it in his mind there’s something better than 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 fam' for the years

To come, got to get it

He shall prosper

Jumping hurdles in life ‘til the next one pop up

I’ve been trying so hard

To erase the scars

Of living this life

On the boulevard

Ohh, on the boulevard

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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?»

I’ve been hustlin' for so long

The streets just won’t leave me alone

It’s a battle that I’ve gotta win

I can’t give in

I’ve been trying so hard

To erase the scars

Of living this life

On the boulevard

Ohh, on the boulevard

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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 Kennys stuck in a parallel universe will lose their lives