Yeah.
Word up.
I do songs like this for the youth.
People that ain't got no way out.
Ain't got no way out.
Go.
Turn the lights on.
Yeah.
Ain't no such thing as halfway cross.
You're scared to death.
You're scared to look.
To sixteen.
Been in police scrapbooks with crooks.
This music for niggas.
On the jokes.
Karma.
Life's a bitch.
So stay faithful.
Be true to her.
Or get a transfer.
Click click.
Burn it on answer.
Cause it's going bitch.
Can you click it in cancer?
That's why I play the hood like phantom.
Living in wisdom and law rule.
Poverty whirlpool.
The youngins in the hood.
Street rule.
I'm from a place where off emotions.
Killers look to feed.
Sometimes they lose life from the misreads.
Exceed to succeed.
At high
speed.
My heart hurt.
I smoke weed too much.
I party all the time.
Mara stay nigga.
This the time.