[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
I used to post up on that corner and wait for the chariot
'Member hearing them shots bangin', I wait for the sirens
And where you livin' in the trenches it's dangerous, crime
That's why my lyrics too real from the pain that subsided
And when we grew up young n***as, made names off of violence
That's why I went and bought a Glock wit' a laser that guided
I told her, "Tay, pass the torch, that was made for the fire"
And when you jump up off the porch, it ain't no more hiding
It get real
Everybody grew up thinkin' it's killer, you get killed
Everybody got dazed so that you just live still
Brought the hammer off the duty, then take off it's wings still
Twins draws up in the Uzi, it looked like some clientele
Ain't no name for them bullets, so F.N.'s can't get spilled
Haters rollin' through them blocks and poke hols in his big wheels
When I yell upon the news like that n***as that can't spill
When the shooter was fifteen, we got catskill and cancelled
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[Chrous]
'Cause when you livin' in them places where bullets when you takin', that's still fucked up
Uh, that's why them n***as popped perc's put fullys in their waist and they're still fucked up
And you've been starving for some days, n***as eatin' in your face, but your meal is fucked up
And matches men from the way, but you gon' kill 'em anyway
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[Verse 2]
I seen my best friend casket, we was just here laughing
And now you left me all alone, so now it's just hit and splash it
I told my momma I got pockets, 'cause I was up there trappin'
And I keep pistols when I'm walkin', I can't be [?] lackin'
I seen blood, better stood up and switched sides when they backstabbing
Drive the helm, no I ain't talking 'bout school for no bagpacking
I'ma spread apart his muscles and it look like the back spazzing
N***as say you wanna fight, I ain't snuck 'em 'cause Zack had 'em
Let me ready for a minute, had a dream I was in it
All night wit' my n***as, telling god take me up
Told him, " I'on wanna die 'cause I've gotta make it up"
We ain't really have a choice, and that's what the tape about
I know if I gotta ride, then I'ma show 'em what I'm 'bout
And I know that for a daughter, I'm about my mommy house
In the whip, fucl the cause, bitch im going to get sick
R.I.P to Tommy guns, he got caught up in the myths
I know n***as who the ones, who get ready to get hit
I know n***as pick up guns, who ain't ready to get picked
I know n***as from the slums, who just steal goon, a bitch
I know n***as grew up good, who be still doin' hits
It don't matter how you commit, it just matter how you end
When you out here wit' them members, it's better not to pretend
Used to be money, and beggars sent, n***as don't put you in
You can never question God, but the cause, it does you in
All these n***as out here wylin', they grind me in full of sin
I'ma have to slain that iron, no I am not one of them
He the n***a close up, like the jar they put him in
Had the chopper singin' like it's security, put 'em in
All these n***as out here robbin', and stealing 'cause n***as starvin'
When these n***as grew more mad, it's really hard to rejoice
Now I'm speaking for the youngins', I know they don't die of bullets
You can't tell 'em, "Put down the hammer", you know they don't got a choice
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[Chrous]
'Cause when you livin' in them places where bullets when you takin', that's still fucked up
Uh, that's why them n***as popped perc's put fullys in their waist and they're still fucked up
And you've been starving for some days, n***as eatin' in your face, but your meal is fucked up
And matches men from the way, but you gon' kill 'em anyway, 'cause it's still fucked up