Gladiator Schools (feat. Roc Marciano)

I was raised by the educated fools in the gladiator schools

Cools paying dues learned to violate the rules

To improve and move of what you can't refuse

Taking running shoes, sinners infatuated with jewels

Win or lose, sing the blues, ballad of the misguided

Rappers write it, when you bite it spread it like a virus

In the savage lands with the blind confidence of a nightly advance

Where every step is taking a chance

Dance with the devil, dance

Living life in a trance

Lord, help us, wild like homeless shelters

All these mean streets, the beast comes to arrest us

Squeeze our free speech and beat our leader senseless

To send a message, the same story down in Memphis

In Cali out west, mid-west and out in Texas

Where low-levels can't spit grams with no directions

Lost in the game, looking for ways to make an exit

In a dog fight, you and your dog, here's a doggy door

We're all fighting for local territories, when it's your world

Streets full of surprises, count blessings and dollars

Survivors, counting the bodies when the sun rises

Your girl missed a period, you caught the false sentence

Another poor black prince be raised up in the trenches

Yo, peace to the Earth, giving birth from gang turf

Money could never define a man's worth

When the bread line got you in a hold doing fair time

Flat line from a forty-five by the waistline

Numbers on a clock shoot shots that make moves

To improve even if you born to lose

It's bed time, I be on a rush tryna get mine

Take mine, show him how to move through these land mines

Through the hard knocks, take rocks and make jewels

To improve in the gladiator schools

I told the turnkey, I don't turn keys

After you let me out on work release, then you can come and work for me

Word to G, I did a hunnid burpees

I'm not a jailbird, but I quit burglaries cold turkey

Says on the bar, clips thirty with the old-timers

Thirst for knowledge, time to get my body brawling

Pics on the outside, profiling

Got hoes from Rhode Island

My only plot was no comment

We be ready to shoot the head off of law deputies

The saint was low but deadly, baby mom said you were dead beat

New **** fucking, I push the Yeti with the red seats

Jail house recipe with the breaded meat

Definitely was meant to be set free

I don't clean bloody crypt, I set free

Stress free, all this flexing ain't impressing me

You're just sweet, ****, ****, you just sweet

When the bread line got you in a hold doing fair time

Flat line from a forty-five by the waistline

Numbers on a clock shoot shots that make moves

To improve even if you born to lose

It's bed time, I be on a rush tryna get mine

Take mine, show him how to move through these land mines

Through the hard knocks, take rocks and make jewels

To improve in the gladiator schools