Lyrics

Yeah I know things can get harder now Uh huh Yessir Look, aye I know brothas getting caught up I know dollars turn to quarters I know things can get harder now, yeah I know problems, they get larger And the lives getting shorter Man niggas gotta move smarter now He had no armor and went missing, missing Moving bricks in bricks and mortar Just to get cents, get cents When shit gets harder, God feels so distant, distant It's always gon' be some resistance, sistance yeah Gotta listen when God talking, but he feels non existent Maybe I'm tripping for questioning your existence Forgive me Jesus, be my assistant All I need is assistance this instant Checked your statistics and I don't wanna be your opposition The system is twisted and vicious Only care about my skin and not my characteristics I'll admit it, some people is suspicious Wishing they were in prison for more than minutes Cause they take my niggas on sadistic missions Niggas is haters, only care bout some paper Put you in ventilator, I hope they do not take my life Investigator come when someone met their maker Don't wanna meet interrogator, they make sure their kicks are laced up tight So they can run around corners and one of them is cornered In this horror of guns, he was just tryna sell drugs Take orders from stoners, snorters so he can make funds For his son and daughter Now he can't move forward, he too deep in the water (Damn) I know brothas getting caught up I know dollars turn to quarters I know things can get harder now, yeah I know problems, they get larger And the lives getting shorter Man niggas gotta move smarter now He had no armor and went missing, missing Moving bricks in bricks and mortar Just to get cents, get cents When shit gets harder, God feels so distant, distant It's always gon' be some resistance, sistance yeah Living in this life is hard especially at night When I'm running from them flashing lights Don't know how to wrong my rights I don't even know my rights I try to fight for kids to make a dime But prison or death is all I see in sight So cold, I know I'm caught up in this doe Me and the bros move dope and coke bricks in the floor Don't tell 5-0, I'm sorry God we putting tags on niggas toes Can't be controlled no more, I got no heart and got no soul nah I know no pastor can save me but I gotta stay sane for my babies Cops wanna tase me, take me, but they cannot tame me nigga They call me crazy, moving crack like it's the 80s lately Not gon' lie, the future's looking hazy Stuck in the storm it's so rainy But they need to pay me or I'm steadily aiming Hope I'm forgiven, I'm praying God is staying I'm saying "relax" Put on my mask then put a cap in they ass I know on god I turned my back, I know he ain't gon' take me back nah In the darkness, seeing corpses and carcasses Hit a lick on the target and start the whip don't park the shit Hard to process it, am I becoming heartless man Either heartless or it's cold like the arctic, it's hard to forget He's taking lives, it's not hard to miss he's blind But he'sSays he's fine, lies to his kids and says he's working overtime Actually firing People dying, he sees bodies on the concrete with no heart beat Closed casket, open eyes, he's too deep ain't no stopping now I know brothas getting caught up I know dollars turn to quarters I know things can get harder now, yeah I know problems, they get larger And the lives getting shorter Man niggas gotta move smarter now He had no armor and went missing, missing Moving bricks in bricks and mortar Just to get cents, get cents When shit gets harder, God feels so distant, distant It's always gon' be some resistance, sistance yeah
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