I probably read the Art of War way more than I read the Bible
I know less about saving
I know all about survival
I know full metals travel through
I rather pack the hollows
I know nothing you can do when niggas come through in a Tahoe
I know pain
I know what it is to gain
Know what it is to be a slave
But it's just something bout these chains
I know it takes just one person to stand up and make a change
But with everything I know, that don't mean a f*cking thing
I mean cause when the stomachs growl, you wanna prowl, and turn beastly
Riding round, got you a nigga, the lick easy
Pull up, give me all that shit nigga I need it
Gun pop
What you shooting for? Nigga was reaching
Rob' em steal off in the night
You took a life
But you put food on the table at home
So it's all right
Before grace, you wash the blood of your face While in the mirror, you can't even recognize yourself
All you can see is a...
I probably read the Bible way more than the art of war
I ain't so keen to the streets but we gotta save these boys
I know Mothers cry, I see him every Sunday at the altar
I know prayer changes things
But if we're really being honest
My people were suffering from what we lacking from hope
Then overcompensate ourselves with sex, money and dope
Rob Peter to pay Paul and kill them both to stay afloat
But the leak is from within
We're all in the same boat
But when stomach's growling, you on the prowl
You turn beastly
I'm walking around you pulling up and start screaming
Demand money while in my pocket you start squeezing
What for?
You telling your people that I was reaching
Rob me
Look you in your eyes
I can't believe it
Know, you really didn't mean it
But I can't figure out the meaning
I'm still shallowly breathing while your finger on the trigger.
You can still help me out, young man.
Do you wanna be a..
I don't know what tomorrow brings, but I hope that it's peace, not another dead body laid out in the streets
Caution tape, two mothers crying cause two niggas had beef
Caught up in the bullshit and he was just 23
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I probably read the Art of War way more than I read the Bible
I know less about saving
I know all about survival
I know full metals travel through
I rather pack the hollows
I know nothing you can do when niggas come through in a Tahoe
I know pain
I know what it is to gain
Know what it is to be a slave
But it's just something bout these chains
I know it takes just one person to stand up and make a change
But with everything I know, that don't mean a f*cking thing
I mean cause when the stomachs growl, you wanna prowl, and turn beastly
Riding round, got you a nigga, the lick easy
Pull up, give me all that shit nigga I need it
Gun pop
What you shooting for? Nigga was reaching
Rob' em steal off in the night
You took a life
But you put food on the table at home
So it's all right
Before grace, you wash the blood of your face While in the mirror, you can't even recognize yourself
All you can see is a...
I probably read the Bible way more than the art of war
I ain't so keen to the streets but we gotta save these boys
I know Mothers cry, I see him every Sunday at the altar
I know prayer changes things
But if we're really being honest
My people were suffering from what we lacking from hope
Then overcompensate ourselves with sex, money and dope
Rob Peter to pay Paul and kill them both to stay afloat
But the leak is from within
We're all in the same boat
But when stomach's growling, you on the prowl
You turn beastly
I'm walking around you pulling up and start screaming
Demand money while in my pocket you start squeezing
What for?
You telling your people that I was reaching
Rob me
Look you in your eyes
I can't believe it
Know, you really didn't mean it
But I can't figure out the meaning
I'm still shallowly breathing while your finger on the trigger.
You can still help me out, young man.
Do you wanna be a..
I don't know what tomorrow brings, but I hope that it's peace, not another dead body laid out in the streets
Caution tape, two mothers crying cause two niggas had beef
Caught up in the bullshit and he was just 23
I know less about saving
I know all about survival
I know full metals travel through
I rather pack the hollows
I know nothing you can do when niggas come through in a Tahoe
I know pain
I know what it is to gain
Know what it is to be a slave
But it's just something bout these chains
I know it takes just one person to stand up and make a change
But with everything I know, that don't mean a f*cking thing
I mean cause when the stomachs growl, you wanna prowl, and turn beastly
Riding round, got you a nigga, the lick easy
Pull up, give me all that shit nigga I need it
Gun pop
What you shooting for? Nigga was reaching
Rob' em steal off in the night
You took a life
But you put food on the table at home
So it's all right
Before grace, you wash the blood of your face While in the mirror, you can't even recognize yourself
All you can see is a...
I probably read the Bible way more than the art of war
I ain't so keen to the streets but we gotta save these boys
I know Mothers cry, I see him every Sunday at the altar
I know prayer changes things
But if we're really being honest
My people were suffering from what we lacking from hope
Then overcompensate ourselves with sex, money and dope
Rob Peter to pay Paul and kill them both to stay afloat
But the leak is from within
We're all in the same boat
But when stomach's growling, you on the prowl
You turn beastly
I'm walking around you pulling up and start screaming
Demand money while in my pocket you start squeezing
What for?
You telling your people that I was reaching
Rob me
Look you in your eyes
I can't believe it
Know, you really didn't mean it
But I can't figure out the meaning
I'm still shallowly breathing while your finger on the trigger.
You can still help me out, young man.
Do you wanna be a..
I don't know what tomorrow brings, but I hope that it's peace, not another dead body laid out in the streets
Caution tape, two mothers crying cause two niggas had beef
Caught up in the bullshit and he was just 23
Writer: RASHAD TAYLOR
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