Yeah man
So I start looking out the window
I see gun store, gun store, liquor store, gun store
Where the fuck are you taking me?
We bout to twist it up
We bout to lift it up
We never givin' up
The startin' salary, it's hard reality
Find solidarity
We got our leaders too but where they lead us to?
Do they leave us or they see it through?
Yeah we packin' precious metals
Our shit is next level
We raise the threat level (?)
Every ghetto, every city, like (?)
They way too used to the mis (?)
How to concentrate, how to sit still
Murder rate permanent place in the top 10
We live here, these hipsters drop in
You hear them barrels cockin'
They say consciousness mean we ain't rugged
Until you get beat within an inch of it
Self made dudes don't get discovered
They actin' like you owe 'em somethin'
Homie I don't owe you nothin'
Fuck your beef
It's way too early in the mornin' for the hate
You ain't brush your teeth yet Nigga
And your toast ain't buttered
A perfect storm and the coast is flooded
First discovered and my flow got
A (?) stuttered
I'm good walkin' in every ghetto around the world
The hood often embrace ya when you profound with words
I say the shit they relate to, I keep it down to Earth
Other rappers sound like they hate you, them niggas sound absurd
So when they walk through the ghetto, they get their chain snatched
They gotta talk to the ghetto to get their chain back
It's like an open air prison and it remain packed
Nothin' but straight facts