it was all bad
my money like my friends
cause they all dead
aint’ no peace gone stop this war
its too much blood shed
i was outside living songs
before i rapped em’
it was cold nights
shit was gettin’ hectic check spot
news text bro you home right
aint’ neva been no fraud
i fought my own fight
learned how to cook a bag of hard
aint’ neva’ flew a kite
i learned how to hold a pipe
before i held a mic
learned how to work a switch both
hands you gotta’ squeeze it slighty
remember my first hit it jammed
i squeezed with all my might
goin on hits loadin’ clips
singin’ herbert wright
i never paid attention less’
my teacher talkin’ physics
i didnt care for fitness bitch
im shootin i aint’ runnin’
my bitch mad im in the trenches
and dont got no time for fucking
been real be4 a deal n still
dat shit dont count for nun’
i touched a quarter mill n still
my soul is full of hunger
i put my trust in god and then
he took my baby cousin
shit was sad i loved the block
more then i loved my baby brother
been hurt throughout my life
im pourin’ pints till’ i recover
and its all bad
my money like my friends
cause they all dead
ain no peace gone stop this war
its too much blood shed
i was outside living songs
before i rapped em’
they feed him to the streets and
then they wonder how it happen
that nigga jus’ like me he seen
the streets n then adapted
im in the industry but still mo’
real than any rapper
im in the industry still in the streets
he told up in the station guess
he couldnt take the heat
i was outside ridin’ steamer
before i ever rode a beat
they hate that they couldnt beat
us district know us when they see us
in love wit’ how it sound choppa’
sing just like anita
in love wit’ how it sound drac sing
like i paid a feature