K.O.B. bitch

I don't wanna forget what I've been through

I don't wanna forget what I've come from

I come from a form of hopelessness

And I turned that shit to hope

I speak for my **** in that jungle life

No dads, had to watch their mother struggle nights

Beef cookin', grab the semi, squeeze the nozzle tight

Can't escape feelin' trapped inside a hustler life

Goosebumps, feel a breeze on them cold corners

Get excited, come out runnin' when the dope call us

So what's worse, killin' cops or them cop killers?

The system's broke, why the fuck they let them cops kill us?

The city's in a protest

My **** still fit, work them kis like it's Bow-Flex

On a stairmaster tryna climb, we need progress

Old lady screamin' somethin' comin', she see more death

My brother's life inside the hands of 12 people

Money, cash, hoes like we chasin' 12 evils

Diamonds on my left wrist, what kind of world is this

We can't find jobs but they jail us, big business

My homie said, "The shit you said is true

They don't need to turn up, these people need the truth"

**** need proof, who else gon' give it to the youth?

We really out here sufferin', they got us by a noose

Damn, if you a king you need to rise and lead us through

Cause it's more to life than just a couple watches and a coupe

Put yourself inside the mind of a cop before he shoots

Black babies dyin', mothers cryin', don't know what to do

Give us that real shit, we need to feel shit

Separate the lames from the ones that's on that trill shit

Street dreams, talkin' hundred mil' shit

Black mask, black mag wrapped around a steel grip

My music is the soundtrack for **** that'll squeeze gats

Drama lit, homie hit, send at least three back

My big bro got a life sentence just for three cracks

Couple fences, couple letters, flicks, he just need that

Yeah, I'm a street ****'s hope

Nothin' more dangerous than a street **** woke

My music is the wings, let my street **** float

Give in to the pressure, bet my street **** won't

I told 'em I'ma sleep when I die

And I really hope the Lord can hear our screams in the skies

So I promise I'ma be the realest **** in this life

Witness the crown, see a king rise tonight

When you look at my brothers, what's your first impression?

Does the sight of us leave you guessin' or do you understand the stressin'

The aggression, the look of no hope on my ****' faces?

Like the Lord overlooked us when he handed down his graces

You see embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

Stuck in the walls of the project halls where the coke smell still lingers

External blingers is all we can be cause on the inside we been given nothin to shine on

And a gig is harder to get than coke, so my **** get they grind on

Cause the TV tells us, aim high ****, make all goals lateral

But that takes paper that we don't have so, **** put they souls up as collateral

Now, some **** reclaim 'em, some blame 'em, make an excuse to sell 'em

But when a **** goes from not doin' to doin', what can you tell him?

Not to be a ****? Shit I gots to be a ****, that's how I pay the bills

And I'ma do that whether I got to sling this coke or exploit these rhyme skills

See America makes you an opportunist, and at the same time they institutionalize you

So the fact that **** get these big record deals

Big money and go to jail shouldn't surprise you

That's what lies do, you see most of these guys

Do have raw talent just an infantile education

So the business feeds 'em all the weed and ecstasy

And a little bit of paper to provide some pacification