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Crooked demons leaning on American dream and scheming
Squeezing laser beam and sister screaming, brother's bleeding
She's tryna keep him breathing, crying, hoping death don't creep up
While he knows this is his last cause' dying is in season
It's the defying tyrant
The night when sirens firin'
My mind designs a science
To fly that I'm supplying
Courtesy of my forefathers, heard the beater for sure
Thought of him, learned the streets and more
Cause' of him, swerved the sneaks so raw
Honoring - those past piranha glass for my broke joke
Blow smoke, don't choke on this shit I wrote
Days change, I still think about my homie, though
And watch my back, for younga strap, reckless and ready to go
Death's inevitable
Life's incredible so
I keep my elements, though
Family and friends know my head is afloat
Rounded a real and out a remote
Some hold this still, but it's not what you told
About how you living and what you spoke
So stick to what you know

Workin' nine to five, it's a vibe to maintain
Where there's homicides that coincide with gang-banging
The streets so rugged and this life so real
The kids hold still like a worker in the mill
Can you feel this, real shit?
Coming through your speakers, move your sneakers in the building
We just tryna get it, buy some Jordan's for our children
No money for the bills, so the winter keeps us chillin'
God willing we gonna make it from this feelin'

Far too young to be poppin' your Glock
Shoppin' the rock, I feel you when the cops on the block
Rock, can you not
The pounds more often than not

The ride from the plot of the government
Make you take food, get punishment
It's unfortunate, they got the Porsche to whip
They got the bus, but I'm worried about the sporty kicks
I can't trust I'ma make rent
Makes no damn sense
Hard labor that he makes in this labyrinth
See the truth one side, establish it
Cause' my art so real, so passionate
Don't need very much but the baddest chick
Some cash and safes and hash to split
With some style and tracks, immaculate
And I'm lost in this race, chasin' happiness
Where the nasty kids, blast the fifth, call it abstinence
Don't really give a f*ck, pull up in a truck, leave you with a bag for piss
The savages is so damaging, mental programmings elaborate
Drastic circumstances, post traumatic seeing ambulances
It's only a baby that split his cabbage for the badge of honor
We live in horror with no actresses
I try to stay on my own, avoid the dumb beat
Keep one eye open, watch my back while I'm chillin' in the front seat

We gonna make it
Yeah, we gonna make it
And if not, you gonna take it
Yeah, yeah, you gonna make it
Yeah, yeah, you gonna make it

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