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Every Ghetto
(专辑: Indie 500 - 2015)
Yeah man So I
start looking out the
window I
see gun store, gun store, liquor store, gun store Where the
fuck are you taking me? We bout to twist it up We bout to lift it up We never giving up The
starting salary, it's hard reality Find solidarity We got our leaders too but where they lead us ?
Do they leave us or they see it through? Yeah we packing precious metals Our shit is next level We raise the
threat level Every ghetto, every city, like Ms. Hill They way too used to the
missed meals Hard to concentrate, hard to sit still Murder rate permanent place in the
top 10 We live here, these hipsters drop in You hear them barrels cocking They say consciousness mean a
nigga ain't rugged Until they get beat within an inch of it Self made niggas don't get discovered They acting like you owe 'em something Homie I
don't owe you nothing Fuck your beef It's way too early in the
morning for the
hate You ain't brushed your teeth yet nigga And your toast ain't buttered A
perfect storm and the
coast is flooded Most discovered that my flow got 'em You posers sound like [?] stuttered Man I'm going too fast, let me slow it down I'm good walking in every ghetto around the
world The
hood often embrace ya when you profound with words I
say the
shit they relate to, I
keep it down to Earth Other rappers sound like they hate you, them niggas sound absurd So when they walk through the
ghetto they get their chain snatched They gotta talk to the
ghetto to get their chain back It's like an open air prison and it remain packed Nothing but straight facts [Rapsody:] Indie 5, for the
people by the
people Ya-ya, giddy up, who got the
juice now? Snatch it out your kiddies cups The
shit you gave us watered down This one's for Basquiat They be brushing with death, uh Is this The
Art Of War for cops? We double-dutching ducking shots Every home ain't got a
Pops Every man ain't selling rocks A
different will to win here Different from switching cars They pray that we switch our bars To a
fiend from a
metaphor Worldstar, Worldstar Lotta love and this life hard Keep us praying like "oh God" Illegally thievery think us peeling off easily Frustrated we hate it That's why we scream out "nigga we made it" It's an odd future they ain't know we was all some creators Something from nothing was told Kings walk and man you fronting For the
people and by the
people but them over money I'm on my Viola Davis here, working for justice How you get away with murder? Be a
cop and just kill us How we supposed to not catch feelings? Innocent lives, boy we got kids in these buildings I'm on my Viola Davis, it's what you call a
defense For all the
drama they gave us I'm spitting Shonda Rhimes wit Too high for you like ganja, that's what Shonda rhyme with I
holla back in the
Hamptons, you still black if you rich Spread love ain't just the
Brooklyn way, it's universal 360 and the
nine lives, whoa, what a
circle We bout to live it up We bout to give it up We bout to twist it up The
starting salary, it's hard reality Find solidarity We got our leaders too but do they leave us? Or they lead us and they see it through?
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