Newark Intro

(Album: Newark Mixtape - 2015)

I wake up, pop another chill pill
Praying these niggas don't kill me before this deal will
I don't eat off every plate, I pay the bill still
Drove through the hood last week, niggas getting killed still
Just got that "why Bishop hit Steel?" feel
That starving "never had a meal, chasing a meal" feel
Little fresh, playing daddy and chess
Thinking three moves ahead, premeditate before the kill feel
When you up they wanna see you down
And when you down they don't give a fuck
No random text and they ain't picking up
It get late and then them triggers bust
Trapped in a hole, cook it and cut it and bag it up slow
Family to feed, he really just praying them packages go
Cold outside, the strongest survive
Did some shit that was even wrong in my eyes

A place where everybody sin
And an enemy could look like a friend—Newark
A place where some crooked-ass cops
Steady running around banging
Momma gotta be your pops—Newark
Trying to make something out of nothing, chasing bread
All these crabs in a bucket, they want me dead
Cane killed Abel, that ain't your brother
Mom Dukes doing her somewhere
When nanna playing mother—Newark

Another flight leave at 10 again
Be back in a while
Another news flash, another kid gone, another Zimmerman
Speaking of that case I said "wow"
Killed a kid in the hood and left with a smile
My homie killed a nigga in the hood and lost trial
Ain't chilled with cuz since, he still bagged right now
Can't forget him at all
One of the reasons I spit it this raw
I just ain't in court, I could be behind him
And he reminding y'all of me with bars
We pray that we never get outta here
Your brother, your sister, your aunt, and your momma here
Snakes, rats, gorillas, sharks, apes, some llamas here
Ironic, you trying to live and everybody dying here
Old 'Kiss got me reminiscing
Sitting low, Swan driving, trying to hit a victim
Newark proud across the chest
It's no place like home, I think Dorothy said it best

A place where everybody sin
And an enemy could look like a friend—Newark
A place where some crooked-ass cops
Steady running around banging
Momma gotta be your pops—Newark
Trying to make something out of nothing, chasing bread
All these crabs in a bucket, they want me dead
Cane killed Abel, that ain't your brother
Mom Dukes doing her somewhere
When nanna playing mother—Newark

Thinking about all the shit that I've accomplished
Still feel unaccomplished
Got the Batman fans watching, told them I got them
If this don't work it's back to robbing
Just trying to fill the freezer, me and my accomplice
Won't starve again, I promise
Them choppers still down in the basement
Timberlands still on the pavement
Past done flashed in my brain in pain, I try to erase it
Memories that only haunt me in my dreams
I still taste my own blood, I still hear them screams
Grandma texts me she proud but I curse too much
Wanted to text her back "you church too much"
Whatever that mean, just trying to do this rap thing
She pray for me more than I do, so you know what that means
Means she probably right, shit, I could die tonight
Slipping alone, no strap, no homie that's gone ride in sight
They say, "You wanna get to Heaven, gotta go through Hell first"
So this for that lil nigga that wanna eat but gotta make a sale first
Wasn't good with math class, but he know how that scale work
Never went to Disney, well, he'll probably go to jail first
For shorty who got pregnant by a lame
She trying to be a mother, he out trying to get stained
Outside it gets so fucking cold
Only could try and stay warm when it's your fucking home
Outside it gets so fucking cold
Only could try and stay warm when it's your fucking home

A place where everybody sin
And an enemy could look like a friend—Newark
A place where some crooked-ass cops
Steady running around banging
Momma gotta be your pops—Newark
Trying to make something out of nothing, chasing bread
All these crabs in a bucket, they want me dead
Cane killed Abel, that ain't your brother
Mom Dukes doing her somewhere
When nanna playing mother—Newark