[Ka]
Had to touch down
Plush sound
(At the tough crown)

[Hook]
All get a life, not all gonna live
Some soar to the heights, some fall on shiv
Some are bored by vice, get torn by Sigs
Some wolfing rice, others supportless kids
That wasn't us
We from the dust

[Sample]
They can't touch you anymore
You're free

[Verse 1]
Was molded in knowing, some get to live but all die
Pacing, strut, getting big baking enough, fuck small fry
Being in the deep ain't peak for my well-being
Low is limbo, from what I had to grow in hell seeing
It affected me, directly, like the rest
Used to let it rest in the dresser, now I'm dressing with the Tec
My outfit was house shit that had grand decisions
My stance's mansion in the game, check my mannerisms
Does sleep with no weighted man religion
Mommy knew I landed in Cuba, before I land in prison
Didn't behave, felt I prepaid my penance
Was ravaged, sun-shallow, slum-deep grade my sentence
When you raised 'round rage and vengeance you can change
But in the veins remains major remnants
Down to stick, move a pound of brick in towns for grip
Get astounding whips, coupled with some supple ground or rip
Some gold aesthetics 'till they roll the credits
The villian-starred film noir, but hold the edits
In battlefields had a will couldn't been attained
It's God-scripted, you start different but end the same
Enlightened with the page's thunder, the ageless wonder
I write that night life till my days of slumber
(Page's thunder, ageless wonder)
I write that night life till my days of slumber
[Hook]
All get a life, not all gonna live
Some soar to the heights, some fall on shiv
Some are bored by vice, get torn by Sigs
Some wolfing rice, others supportless kids
From the dust
That wasn't us
From the dust

[Interlude]
We from the gritty, dirty city
Dirty city

[Verse 2]
While you live, never give, just keep on
This young, lean team, one scene is week's pawn
Rose to eighth rank, coldness, hate, thanks to deep dawns
I prayed her for that halo, no Creole(?), I see horns
My hell was birthed, well endured(?), when I fell on earth
It cames with flames of pain, couldn't quell a nurse
Nauseous from chores of fortress rapport only saw blitz
No saints, so paint black portraits and I bought this
In fact, the cracks on my surface lead course shift
Damaged canvas from times they drew on me with four-fifth
I draw quote, saying we all broke till we all rich
Cuz reverence that I'm even present till I rap more gift
[Sample]
Why, why is all of this being done?
What have they built you to do?