Lyrics

My own family turned on me I was workin going crazy losing sleep Seeing things no one should ever have to see Being things no one should ever have to be I do wrong so we can eat I starve now so we can feast I stay up so y'all can sleep You don't get that bitch you weak Every day it's a new problem a new issue in these streets So I keep these magazines I flip thru em but I don't read Sucka niggaz being sweet tryna throw off my inner chi The opposition pushin lines unleashing my inner G My girl supposed to be my rock But she just actin real rocky I swear it's me against the world And they all tryna stop me That's why I be shakin sometimes randomly like whoo get off me I been killin petty niggaz If they could they'd come haunt me They tried ta count me out They forgot a real nigga don't need clout They forgot I still got stripes I ain't cashed out They forgot that they ain't bout what I'm about They tried ta count me out They forgot a real nigga don't need clout They forgot I still got stripes I ain't cashed out They forgot that they ain't bout what I'm about Sometimes people lie enough to themselves that they believe it Now these vanilla cookie niggaz talkin like they been seasoned This is blasphemy Trap God would cast you out like some demons Y'all don't want smoke like a hotel room Don't want beef like a vegan This is War I ain't retreating Go against that's high treason These streets made a nigga cold My doctor says I'm anemic One my bitches may come fuck you then kill you We strategic My young niggaz still throw they forks up cuz they sick, they bulimic On that ptsd shit In the school they said we wouldn't be shit When we was just tryna survive Sellin crack wit them creatures In the cracks and creases Standin in the Trap with our trinkets So much opposition Bitch duh I'm always on the defense Get the fuck up off my penis I been trappin since I'as a fetus In the sea with the leeches, where many die from the deepness If they don't die from the bleedin I hear the cries and the screamin Young niggaz can't even be men Because we all out here squeezin Lil bro Ro spazzin On everybody Includin his girl Cuz he feel like he just a street nigga in a square mans world So much resentment You can sense it Niggaz been in the trenches And then they have to witness Squares doin shows and taking pictures While we get eighty sixes Shows shot up And taken ta prison And no one wants to listen They havin the most amazingist christmas If you think this shit is diverse you have the Haziest vision We get Tokens but they don't fuck wit the rest of us niggaz Happy music Happy fluid Get too real then they mute it In my city they make sure that street niggaz aren't included Do you know how hard it is to get yoself out the trap Do you Know how hard it is to book a show when you black Or even do music and still keep all your realness intact All this progressive liberal democrat shit is just a act They'll be the first to say fuck trump But please just watch how they act We got some shit for that tho, this shit is way more than just rap Facts They tried ta count me out They forgot a real nigga don't need clout They forgot I still got stripes I ain't cashed out They forgot that they ain't bout what I'm about They tried ta count me out They forgot a real nigga don't need clout They forgot I still got stripes I ain't cashed out They forgot that they ain't bout what I'm about
Writer(s): Raz Simone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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