| I’ve been trying so hard
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| To erase the scars
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| Of living this life
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| On the boulevard
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| Ohh, on the boulevard
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Every morning Kenny wake up ‘bout 5 am
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| And jog about seven miles before class start
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| Had dreams of being the next superstar
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| Like that boy Usain Bolt
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| Kenny’s ambition was crazy
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| In his heart he was determined to get it
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| So he stuck to it
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| Six days out the week kenny hit the track
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| With his goals set high, he ain’t turning back
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| Lost one too many of his friends over guns and crack
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| Kenny put it in his mind there’s something better than that
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| His daddy called him flypaper the way he stuck to the track
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| His momma said «it's your time baby you can’t turn back.»
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| And through all the blood, sweat, and the tears
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| Kenny promised the fam' for the years
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| To come, got to get it
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| He shall prosper
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| Jumping hurdles in life ‘til the next one pop up
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| I’ve been trying so hard
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| To erase the scars
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| Of living this life
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| On the boulevard
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| Ohh, on the boulevard
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Every morning Kenny wake up at 9 AM
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| Hit the traphouse and stay there til its 5 AM
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| I call that trappin' pages
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| He always holdin his dick, always busting off
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| But I dont call that masterbation
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| He all about heart
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| And you will never hear «Oh my god they killed Kenny»
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| Bitch this ain’t South Park
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| This the dirty mittens scurvy conditions
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| Workers is stealin, stealers is workin
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| You only as real as the nigga you murdered
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| Bullets fly to your chest leak
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| Treat you like you a crownless chess piece
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| Middle finger never up, thats a substituted waste
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| Why would he do that when can just tell you niggas «Fuck You» to your face?
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| He could fill up y’all with philly’s boulevard bully
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| To pull your card with no regards for the laws, wearing a hoodie
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| Police on his trail, he toss the bird
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| Roll his window down like «Can I help you office-errrrr?»
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| I’ve been hustlin' for so long
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| The streets just won’t leave me alone
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| It’s a battle that I’ve gotta win
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| I can’t give in
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| I’ve been trying so hard
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| To erase the scars
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| Of living this life
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| On the boulevard
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| Ohh, on the boulevard
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Bound for destiny, for greatness
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| Yet they both struggled with the 9−7
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| As evidence they were meant to be more
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| Yet they can’t seem to finally find the score
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| Cuz the game they played was rigged from the beginning
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| And in the end I sit on the sidelines and cry
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| Both Kennys stuck in a parallel universe will lose their lives |