A lot of times only end up being Codefendants

Born in a war take shots until the swarms stop

Pace my grave until the horde turns a doorknob

Then let them step in and see how effortlessly we unleash hellish weaponry

Upon the heads of any enemy

Better be ready for anything. We said it until the ending

Never settling for petty trending on and on

Got a throat that bleeds all these songs

Willing to scream to 40 kids 'til I'm dead and gone

Haunt every one of these dim lit knit wits

Sun down wrist slit strung out blood drip, drip

Split a bitch rapper's lip quick

We living for this shit these little pricks pulling tricks will never fucking win

Yeah

Blood Cousin, all love cussin'

Sex, drugs, and them thugs bustin'

Young punks on 12 black and whites like a dirty dozen

I fuckin' ride on percussion

Killin' this shit, appetite for destruction

Gun to his chest, actin' like it ain't nothin'

Cops going out, the fuckin' change is comin'

When Punk Hop mix and my people start dumpin'

We will never fix everything that we've broken

But we keep on hoping

This isn't how we die

Still got no patience for fashionista industry rapists

Cut a snake tongue out from the mouth of a tastemaker

Celebrity puppeteering, everybody so shameless

Lost track of the fact that we never rapped to become famous

Blaze every rotting, ivory tower to the ground now

Fuck your definition of punk, we got ours

Fat Mike and Doc, OGs with heart

Codef 'til we stop

For the love of the pure art

FTP, motherfucker

Gang of killers who walk free, motherfucker

Bloods and crips, the whole zip full of rivals like LA

Death squad, the fucking suicidals

Bang for the right, it's all the same fight

Same damn cell, we all living in hell

Me and my motherfucking boys doing it right

Taking the pipe to the pipeline in jail

Dirty concrete, secreting blood stains reverberated rebar

Bring out echoes off the storm drains, rain pours upon dreams, can't stand the chance

Run us with the cat-biting fragrance, dance and dance and dance

In a land where nothing's left, gets in its draft when the cats are cracked

I don't chat back with desire, empty pockets with the ballads

I'll be finding all the cover in the park!

We all in the same gang street life combination like a G-thing

A billion dollar business like it's cocaine

Left in the white house back where the shit came

It's like nevermind mixed with some maggot brain

'Cause they don't wanna see the people integrate

But that's the bullshit we should really hate

Put it in they face so the whole world celebrate

We will never fix everything that we've broken

But we keep on hoping

This isn't how we die