Cracked Pepper (feat. Upchurch)

Yeah, I've been drug through the mud so much

The taste of death to me is better than blood

And I'm covered in scars, some days I'm tired

But for openin' the eyes of the blind, I'm always

If I did it for the money, I'd have never got paid

I did it for the love of the game, ayy

I ain't tryna hear a fuckin' word that you sayin'

Me and you are not the same

I ain't take the fast route, y'all passed out

I'm out here workin' my ass off

You ain't got no cash now, y'all assed out

Shit, look at how fast I passed y'all

Goin' hard on the paint, man, it's hard to be great

Hittin' y'all long-range like Harden today

Workin' like a dog like I'm still starvin' today

What I got's great, but I still want y'all's plate

Take every scrap 'til the last one's gone

What you thought, this is just another country rap song?

You wrong, these white boys rappin'

They talk shit, we the last ones laughin'

To the bank, to the gun store

Stackin' up ammo so they can run more

Pick 'em off like flies sittin' on the front porch

I'm just havin' fun, what the fuck you want, war?

Call the cavalry, don't be mad at me

What I make in a week is your fuckin' salary

Who wanna battle me? Bunch of casualties

When I'm all done, who gon' have a bigger bag than me?

Yeah, I've been drug through the mud so much

The taste of death to me is better than blood

And I'm covered in scars, some days I'm tired

But for openin' the eyes of the blind, I'm always

Wire

I'm always

Wire

I'm always

Came through the flame, burned feet and some bloodstains

Take aim, kick ass, never take names

Threw the bait in the water and I hook fame

In the mirror lookin' back, it didn't look the same

All the money I attain, pain still remain

I'm detained in the game, had to break chains

Champagne, cocaine, with my soul's propane

Lit a flame, couldn't see it when the smoke came

Blinded by the bright lights in the crowd fight nightlife

Knock me on my ass, nighty-night-night

Off the street, feel defeat, had to stand up

Got boys I gotta raise, I better man up

Can't take what they hand us and settle for it

Loyalty's law, you're never gon' get a medal for it

Take me back to the '90s in a teleport

'88 In a DeLorean with the pedal floored

I was born to be a king, hold a heavy sword

No choice, hear the voice said I'm ready for it

Truth is hard to swallow, chokin' on my vocal cords

If I'm livin' just to work, what am I workin' for?

If it's all for the money, rather die poor

Call it quits, hang me up by my mic cord

If I sold my soul, probably get to buy more

Tell the labels I refuse to pay the price for it

Yeah, I've been drug through the mud so much

The taste of death to me is better than blood

And I'm covered in scars, some days I'm tired

But for openin' the eyes of the blind, I'm always

Wire

I'm always

Wire

I'm always