Kill Or Die

Ain't nothin' change, mommy, I still here hustlin

Writin' a song to turn nothing into something, huh?

I from a land where you better keep a gun on ya

'Cause track stars ain't the only ones runnin' up

They take a life for free

And want the judge to free them

I pray the blood of Jesus over my G them

Over my thug them, who still thuggin

Who still hopin, still copin, still pushin' on

They live and died

By codes that got minimized to the maximum

Prison letters turned acronyms

Where security maximum

Judge gave you the maximum

'Cause you wasn't livin' wise

'Cause you couldn't kill your pride

The streets told you"Kill or die"

You think you untouchable?

Nah, I seen a killer die

Hung with the uncivilized

The ones grammy villainized

Say fight and live to fight another day

Bey, who said that?

He went to throw a jab

Soon as he-jab got his head wrapped

No needle, let's thread back

Needless to say, I pray for change

But I can see things always bein' this way

I braille a line to lead the blind

I hope they feel what I say

You trail behind, get leave behind

But all your demons gon' stay

Walk my kilometres

Where you don't need thermometers

To see the whole plot

'Cause this road hot I could promise ya

Thinkin' you hot like a stove top but it pans out

Them killers are givers

And you ain't built for a hand out

Ain't nothin' change, mommy I still here hustlin

Writin' a song to turn nothing into something, huh?

I from a land where you better keep a gun on ya

'Cause Shaunae ain't the only one runnin' up

They take a life for free

And want the judge to free them

I pray the blood of Jesus over my G them

Over my thug them, who still thuggin

Who still hopin, still copin, still pushin' on

I saw it in real time

Real **** got real time

They told you to kill or die?

I hope you can kill time

I hope that your kid's fine

I hope that your mum straight

I hope you know the ones you thought were real

Gon' become fake

The apple of their eye

And you know serpents become snakes

And the grass high

Gotta see him through glass

'Cause he gave a **** a glass eye

Could've been homicide

The street life is suicide

Can't lie though I died inside

My tears turned to cyanide

The real ones still livin' on

Continuous in my song

But livin' oblivious get you sent to oblivion

I know he was livin' wrong

Don't say he wasn't right

When he took them kids to the mall

And let them pick out nikes

But whatever I just saw him for better

They just saw him as a shooter

They just saw a beretta, etcetera

A fresh prince who broke the law for the cheddar

But chase the banks like Hilary

And you gon' fall like Trevor

You gon' fall like Trevor

Ain't nothin' change, mommy I still here hustlin

Writin' a song to turn nothing into something, huh?

I from a land where you better keep a gun on ya

Cause Ian Kerr ain't the only one runnin' up

They take a life for free and want the judge to free them

I pray the blood of Jesus over my G them

Over my thug them, who still thuggin

Who still hopin, still copin, still pushin' on

Ain't nothin' change, mommy I still here hustlin

Writin' a song to turn nothing into something huh?

I from Nassau you better keep a gun on ya

'Cause track stars ain't the only ones runnin' up