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Verse 1: bouta take it over from an unknown city
But that money's bouta come home wit me
Roll it up, pour henny
Like I said, my city's gettin plenty
But this is for the ones that rode wit me
Rest In Peace to Scooby, Shane Stephens, Ryan Koontz
3/20 killed this year that I knew.
And that's just the ones that done made it to the news.
20 dead already, it's only June...
time to make some moves.
I know it's hard to listen up in school.
Brightest brain, teacher still treats you like a fool.
So what else can you do? Tryna drive the paint line
but they cut you at the bass line. Now you gotta shoot.
Ugly ass truth. Now you gotta choose-
Should you keep on takin risks, or take it to the booth?
Makin little moves, stains up on your shoes...
Is this the life you seein when you play it in review?
Take a minute, cool...
Chill 'fore you make a hot-headed decision.
Another statistic, lost, dead or in prison,
Bred for the system; as if you got less of a vision.
Pump the children full of aderall
For their so-called mental conditions.
Adolescence, alcohol is blurrin our vision.
Now we're all grown victims wit different addictions,
But all got similar afflictions.
All got clips wit extensions.
Not for the zombie apocalypse,
For knocking the top one who already got their chips
Off of their block so it's a new acquisition.
Say we tryna change, but the proof is missing.
Fakes bread wit snakes, that's the new condition.
Need to start heading in a new direction...
Instead we do more pitchin. This the new Fort's wisdom.
City of a quarter-mill. Lotta cats living off corner deals;
Couple might have made a fucking fortune here,
But more been killed or imprisoned.
Out here makin some of the poorest decisions.
But who are you to judge a poor man's decisions?
Surrounded by drugs and semis, his stomach's empty,
He gon work wit what he's given.
This the new fuckin rhythm.
Bouta be banging out your fuckin system.
Not your stereo, I'm talkin within.
The future's in our children; hope they listenin.
Had to give'em 36
Cuz I'm out here stacking up dirty chips.
To all the kids that's listening,
fuck your skin pigment, we're siblings.

Chorus 1: United we can rise thru these fallen skies...
Need to cut our generation's homicides.
Hold your pride, I know you're down to ride
but there'll be a time when our sides collide.
Though you're overwhelmed, just hold your head
And stay up on your toes cuz it ain't over yet.
All the sets out here gon connect
And overthrow the soldier's threats...

Verse2: but it ain't no time to panic, gotta get this bread.
Doctors say that I'm a manic schizophrenic in the head...
So if I'm that, no time to plan shit,
Take some chances, risk instead.
Bag it up and make a couple small advances til I'm fed...
It's like my conscience left the building
When I realized nothin can save me.
Stay hard on myself, play the cards I was dealt,
And none of y'all can blame me.
What happened to ya son, mama? This aint how you raised me;
Running them streets real late,
Yo, I gotta deal weight...
Hope that you don't hate me.
This world is so crazy, I'm tryna find another option..
But life of crime seems righteous
When you're comin from the bottom.
Stumbling as I walk a path of hustling in the darkness...
Police rollin by is when I'm clutching it the hardest..
HardHead HA$CH. Na, call me young hellian.
Ain't tryna get caught up in jail again
Cuz I ain't got a thing to be tellin them.
Some people's mouths are bigger than pelican's.
To cops, got clips of shells for them...
You doin your job? Well I'm doin mine too.
Roll that dank and light it, start inhaling it
If you been thru this life too.

Chorus2: look into the eyes of this problemed child;
Even Steve-O would say that I'm too wild...
Hoping God'll be back in a while
Cuz I see the devil everyday flashin his smile...
Pushin on thru the heat of the block..
Death is on my bumper, so I'm keepin it cocked...
Stackin dirty dollars, yea, I'm seeing a lot..
And fuck if you believe it or not...

Verse3: far away from services,
Wondering what my purpose is...
Pay your dues til death
And never know how much it's worth to live.
Mindstate is a purple mist.
Church can't beat an herbal hit
So take my words in wit the smoke
And hold it til my sermon hits.
You can catch me far away from everything.
Pushin love away after I bought the game a wedding ring.
But I ain't settling. I'm on the road to better things.
Keep on elevatin just to see what that next level brings.
And if I don't make it, I might go crazy...
But as long as I'm strong and my heart ain't wrong
Ima make it... so fuck what you on;
Keep playing that same song all day long,
That fake shit... it's cool wit me.
Cuz Ima keep doin me. No jewelry.
Bitch, I don't need your love, cuz I got my crew wit me.
Blowin sacks. cognac. Pass the fuckin Mic and I'm gonna rip it up like a Kodiak
White boy from the Fort, known to snap
Put the whole damn city on my back, ayy..
Came up hustlin. Need to cut this shit
But fore they cut this shit, got me wonderin