Letra
Yeah man,
For all the **** that came up like me
Right
All the **** that seen the shit I've seen, right
Felt the shit I felt
[Verse 1: King Draft]
Young King
And I'm back rockin
Traumatized
big rooms
I still tap my back pockets
Slow progress
To crack
whole process
Can't slack
Hood hot
Mo degrees
But it's no college
I lucked out
My clover had four leaves
I been skipping every breakfast
For me to get more cheese
At the bar
Only time
That You'll ever hear poor me
Put ya hands together
For the angel
From land of devils
We all Dirty
I Ain't here to exchange a shovel
I can't blame a ****
lookin at nothin
And makin double
Biggie told me
When the pockets
Would double
It come wit trouble
All of my **** huddle
Til we fortune 5 double O
corner store
Subs
Hot chocolate
Or butter roll
Winter winds
Comin slow
Sharp enough to cut soul
You know we ...
Miss a exit
It's another toll
Family wouldnt come to my crib
Because they mother know
Or they thought they did
Hope a stray ain't never caught ya crib
And if them **** missed
Then we right back on the strip
The field we all did
Right
[Verse 2: Reuben]
I start this verse by saying
We all African
When heaven call us in
Our hoods they won't matter then
Father left youngins
To fight for true masculine
No standing at the tabernacle praying
But everybody pray
On my knees yelling
Father stretch my bands
So I can put the hood on
With out klu klux klan
And these daughters having daughters
Wasn't part of the plan
But we don't look inside they heart
Before we all in they pants
From the womb to the tomb
Its a cycle
I've never been to Paris
But I swear I've seen an eyeful
And the idols is the kingpins
So we move like deciples
On the block all night long
Trying to be as rich as Lionel
Deciding what's the choices
When the voices in your head
To either pick up the pencil
For feed these **** the lead
Either way ima kill em'
Either way I'm concealing
One could lead me to hell
And one could lead me to healing
I'm feeling like
Peace and pardon me
Excuse me for my artistry
The pain the game give me
Will always be a part of me
Got the biggest heart in me
But love ain't shown
When personalities clash
And chrome meets chrome
The block don't know no wrong
So they patience runs thinner
I'm hungry's the excuse
For why they taking one's dinner
Man, gotta forgive them
I get them because I is them
Five percent tint
To hide the knowledge and the wisdom
I wish well
And hope these lines could make
Big sales
To span and reach
The johns, the Quans, and Ashley Tisdales
Before super Mario
I seen **** send shells
Seen **** swim and then drown
Off of the fish scale
Woo
So with words ima excel
I got a point of power
You **** should know my intel
Write like a pen pal
Or a **** in the pen
Writing letters to his fam
Of when he coming home again
And sin , Grew up in the chaos
****
[Verse 3: Swank]
I can't see them coming down my eyes
Too much trauma to process
I still hear shots in my sleep
Police ambulance sirens
Every other day a **** dying
28 and crying
Bout shit that use to happed way back
Big boys don't cry
auntie use to say that
Now I'm walking round bottled up
I need a release
And plus they just buried my pops
Last week
Got a notebook start jotting
Couldn't stop it
Realized I had skill
My classmates like stop it
You know I ...
Smoked my first black when I was 12
9 years old when the strap was first held
Wanna fit in
Mama said boy act like yourself
But that won't get me bitches
Man I'm gonna need some help
I didn't know being me was enough
I thank God for change
Now being me isn't tough
Growing up my scenery
a bunch of B&E's
And R.I.P.'s on a shirt
But this ain't no yeezy tee
Just the memories
Of ones we lost to the street
And health complications too
Look what they giving us to eat
Suicide on their minds
Cause' where I'm from
Dying easier than trying to survive
Don't get caught up in they lies
You know who 'they' is
Skin pale
Got all the intel
I grew up in the chaos that they made for us
My great granny cleaned houses for white folks
My auntie would go with her
I know they mad them fuck **** free
Just like Glorilla
Taught us how to hate ourselves
Get the fathers out the home
Women, act like you don't need them
Men, break the women down
She don't listen then you beat her
Held it in for a while
was younger when I seen it
Blessed with a ticket out the hood
A gift that not many understood
Working 24/7, 365 no days off
Running from my trauma
And this chaos, ****
Yeah
Aye
Yeah, yeah
