[Blitz] From what I see, the streets are closing in Systems holding men Captive, trapped in a holding pen Controlling men [Lake] From what I see, the hustle goes on Niggas with stress stay strong A nigga gotta eat right or wrong [Blitz] From what I see, the streets are closing in Systems holding men Captive, trapped in a holding pen Controlling men [Lake] From what I see, the hustle goes on Niggas with stress stay strong A nigga gotta eat
[Blitz] Finally the gates cracked Inhaled a fresh breeze that took me way back To days of freedom, son we gave 'em seven even Now a free man, prepared a steep plan to see grams Without having to deal with lose grams and unmarked vans Tell me your focus, it seems you like it when police provoke us Lead to us grabbing toasters, shoot to kill when they approach us Instantly tag us, no respect when they bag us Throw us on the wall, feeling niggas up like they faggots Hit you where it hurt, kick in ya door You on the floor, they up ya wifey skirt lookin for raw What is it for? Just for doing dirt tryin to score You broke the law, you just put in work Son in one shot you lose it all Nowadays I never lose sleep Yo Lake, I thought you knew the game was too deep Son the streets pray on niggas who sleep Keep it up son and you'll be fourty two in the pen With consectutive tens waiting ya turn to do this again
[Blitz] From what I see, the streets are closing in Systems holding men Captive, trapped in a holding pen Controlling men [Lake] From what I see, the hustle goes on Niggas with stress stay strong A nigga gotta eat right or wrong [Blitz] From what I see, the streets are closing in Systems holding men Captive, trapped in a holding pen Controlling men [Lake] From what I see, the hustle goes on Niggas with stress stay strong A nigga gotta eat
[Lake] Hold up dun you buggin cuz, all of the sudden Now you acting like these niggas don't owe me nothin You frontin, no you changed nigga, you ain't the same nigga At all, what up Blitz, huh? You afraid nigga? My word I hate niggas, like you Who do a bid then come home and go back to school Thats weak, I'm gon' hustle to eat 'til I die I don't give a fuck about writing no rhymes Cuz I grind for mines, got a bubble Benz from it Ya'll thug niggas thats trying to rap ain't got nothin You playin yourself trying jump on the stage With ya young ass gear, damn near twenty eight Just face it, its too late you missed ya shot So forget about Blitz turn back to poppin Come hit the block and puts it down Thats word to spit I ain't feelin you right now
[Blitz] Fuck you nigga, I'm writing rhymes [Lake] I'm choppin dimes [Blitz] Shit, I'm layin low [Lake] I'm tryin shine, nigga fuck rap [Blitz] Nah, nigga fuck crime [Lake] I know I ain't wrong [Blitz] Nigga, you know you ain't right
[Blitz] I'm writing rhymes [Lake] Nigga, I'm choppin dimes [Blitz] Shit, I'm layin low [Lake] I'm tryin shine, nigga fuck rap [Blitz] Nah, nigga fuck crime [Lake] I know I ain't wrong [Blitz] Shit, you know you ain't right
[Blitz] My hand to Black Ed, the life of crime and slingin crack's dead For me, its either music or clap feds I see it in your eyes you ain't changed duke, you ain't learned shit Still flippin, runnin with young G's ready to burn clips
[Lake] You fucking right, cuz I missed a lot I was nineteen when they knocked me pop And you expect me to not sling? Seeing all these bitch niggas frontin Knowin they ain't been threw it or did nothin
[Blitz] I see your vision, but still can't understand how you livin As if you never took a journey from prison, open your eyes
[Lake] They are, and for you I see nothin happened You rappin to yourself still walking f