(Chorus)I've been trying so hardTo erase the scarsOf living this lifeOn the boulevard(Oh on the boulevard)(Adonis)Every morning Kenny wake up 'bout 5 amAnd jog about seven miles before class startHad dreams of being the next superstarLike that boy who sang Bo'Kenny's ambition was crazyIn his heart he was determined to get itSo he stuck wit' itSix days out the week kenny hit the trackWith his goals set high, he ain't turning backLost one too many of his friends over goods and crackKenny put it in his mind there's something better then thatHis daddy called him flypaper the way he stuck to the trackHis momma said "it's your time baby you can't turn back."And through all the blood, sweat, and the tearsKenny promised the fan for 40 yearsTo come, got to get itHe shall prosperJumping hurdles in life 'til the next one pop up(Chorus)I've been trying so hardTo erase the scarsOf living this lifeOn the boulevard(Oh on the boulevard)(Royce Da 5'9)Every morning Kenny wake up at 9 AMHit the traphouse and stay there til its 5 AMI call that trappin' pagesHe always holdin his dick, always busting offBut I dont call that masterbationHe all about heartAnd you will never hear "Oh my god they killed Kenny"Bitch this ain't South ParkThis the dirty mittens scurvy conditionsWorkers is stealin, stealers is workinYou only as real as the nigga you murderedBullets fly to your chest leakTreat you like you a crownless chess pieceMiddle finger never up, thats a substituted wasteWhy 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 bullyTo pull your card with no regards for the laws, wearing a hoodiePolice on his trail, he toss the birdRoll his window down like "Can I help you office-errrrr?"I've been hustlin' for so longThe streets just won't leave me aloneIt's a battle I've got to winI can't give in(Chorus)I've been trying so hardTo erase the scarsOf living this lifeOn the boulevard(Oh on the boulevard)(Outro)Bound for destiny, for greatnessYet they both struggled with the 9-7As evidence they were meant to be moreYet they can't seem to finally find the scoreCuz the game they played was rigged from the beginningAnd in the end I sit on the sidelines and cryBoth cues stuck in a parallel universe will lose their livesRoyce Da 5'9 Ft. Adonis, Nottz On The Boulevard Lyrics