NO MAN'S LAND (feat. Wordz)

Back before Christmas Happy to make it home I guess I'm tired of sending you wishes over the phone I feel like I should cherish these moments before they're gone So here I am, on my way back to where I belong Back to where I belong Can't forget where I'm from My nigga got a nine-to-five He hate it, but he can't quit He been in the office for years Doing the same shit Surviving, sacrificed and putting extra hours Saving up just so his son can at least go to college Planning ahead, that boy's school career ain't even started He couldn't leave it to his baby-mama She doesn't even shop for baby products She's more concerned about the latest Prada And going fishing for a richer father My nigga really got a lot to bare And here I was thinking beefing With these rappers was a serious problem Niggas in the hood got bigger problems I light a spliff, you tell me "Pass it' Nigga, I ain't tryna think about it Back to where I belong Can't forget where I'm from Dry the tears on your sad eyes He might not give your ass the world But he's man enough even try Had to give him all the credit on the effort 'Cause he's working on a nine-to-five Some people never get what they fantasised Stay humble to your roots when you grow in life Some niggas stay crying on the prison line Some niggas say he born for the thug life Back to where I belong Can't forget where I'm from It's a war going on outside, nobody's safe from Niggas ain't got a license but got a handgun These niggas shoot but ain't never been to the range once And they ain't even turned 21 Blood on the streets, cover your eyes He won't make it out alive They'll get your life taken by niggas you trying to take from Now it's back-to-back murders It's black-on-black slaughter These killers got good lawyers Now there's good and bad aura Black and white lawyer depends which you're affording, nigga Now it's back to black slaughter And back-to-back trauma, the streets is out of order, nigga Heard em say "With the gun, money come quick" Same gun they gon' try to take your life with Losing people to the violence, it could be anyone Same violence that we're trying to runaway from One minute you're here, next minute, you're not All depending on the nigga who be calling the shots Trigger finger, trying to take you for the shit that you got That bullet in the barrel might be killing a son Some niggas are lost, some niggas are found Some niggas in the dirt with no burial ground It's a blessing if you made it past 21 Gun violence is just something you ain't safe from