Y'all Don't Know
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I never gave a fuck whether or not I released a record
My 1st priority's what weapon I leave you beat to death with?
So if I don't seem collected it's cuz I need your necklace
I'd sell it cheap & get jibbed so I could eat some breakfast
Hungry creeping reckless when you least expect it
Is part of life deep embedded the streets accept it
It's the part of me connected to the part police arrested
Hands cuffed getting snuffed by 3 detectives
I was preselected at birth to be the next shit
Take what I've earned being skeptic & reinvest it
The block pays the price
Is watched days n' nights
So I'mma raise hell till' god prays the Christ
Your not made to like learning pops raised you right
When you stop raise your right
Spit in a cop's face & fight
But Pops raised the type swingin' axe blade to slice
Till' your mothers screaming Doc save his life!
Got Love & Anger
We not Thug or Gangsta
But that don't mean I won't pop slugs & shank ya
I earned the rep
paid dues & deserve respect
Fuck Life!
Life's a bitch so I flirt with Death
Burnin' cess in the right lane swerving left
Over the edge thinkin'
It's not worth the stress
What am I suppose to do?
It's what we going through
Went from hand skills
To stand still
And nice knowing you.
I had a hell of a time
Growing up
Excel in a crime
Going to Folton copping Nics
To sell em' as a Dimes
Days were spent
Helping the grind & staying bent
Paper came & went
Life stop making sense
My friends I watched em' change
They're not the same cops just came
They tried snitching dropping names
They glocks are aimed
To rob your watch & chain
Words on the street so listen
The block explains
Detained by some cops
In the back of a drop
Gpacks in my sock
On the way back from the spot
Bailed out the jailhouse
Not giving a fuck
But I don't need some PO makin' me piss in a cup
By first impression
You think I learned my lesson
Only lesson I learned was stashin' the work I'm gettin'
Redefined World is yours
The streets is mine
So I'mma be deceased in time to reach my prime
Keep in mind
My life's mad at me & stressed
Killing me slowly
The only guarantee is Death
The games I play got me thinkin' the same today
Bout to aim & spray
While drinkin' the pain away
In love with pressure
Under too much to measure
Running pockets for two pennies to rub together
It's in my blood forever
A permanent part of me
What I've been through continues
Maybe you'll start to see