Tryna Make It Out

We ain't got no trust funds, no safety nets to cling In the hood, we get it how we live, dirty money, it's a thing We hustle hard, from sun to sun, tryna get that dough to rise But the streets ain't no charity, you gotta get your hands dirty, just to survive Tryna get to the bag, but it's hard to get by Comin' from the slums, where the streets ain't right Tryna make a way out, but it's hard to survive Got my eyes on the prize, but it's hard to stay alive Tryna get to the bag, but it's hard to get by Comin' from the slums, where the streets ain't right Tryna make a way out, but it's hard to survive Got my eyes on the prize, but it's hard to stay alive Yeah I'm tryna navigate, thru the system's design Tryna find a way out, but it's hard to re-align Got my eyes on the prize, but it's hard to stay focused Got my mind on the money, but it's hard to get noticed I'ma keep on grindin', tryna make a way Got my eyes on the top, and I won't stop 'til I'm paid I'm tryna break the cycle, of poverty and pain Got my eyes on the prize, I won't stop 'til I'm sustained Tryna get this money,tryna get these blues I wanted it clean but we in the hood Got niggas in different corners Givin out pills street pharmaceuticals Addicted to the dangerous life like codeine Niggas heartless this side shoot at your koppie Scrape your brains off o the street feed it to the doggie If you don't want that type of smoke watch your tone please Cos this side you going die if we don't like the way you talking Tryna get to the bag, but it's hard to get by Comin' from the slums, where the streets ain't right Tryna make a way out, but it's hard to survive Got my eyes on the prize, but it's hard to stay alive Tryna get to the bag, but it's hard to get by Comin' from the slums, where the streets ain't right Tryna make a way out, but it's hard to survive Got my eyes on the prize, but it's hard to stay alive Yeah Look Its hard to stay alive in these streets when yew steady chasing cheese I do it for my day ones, including my momma damn RIP Guap aint nun if im still in this cycle of poverty Do it for my day ones forgot to mention my next of king Black child stand tall like yewre king Yewre African are yew not? Explains your love for bling I do it for my culture, i do it for my team I do it for my brothers in the streets who lost their dreams yeah $habz came with the word like im a preacher Leader Of the new school hes the senior The dreamer Martin woulda asked for a feature Thriller On the moon walking, cause of reefer Feel ya? Man i hope yew really feel me All this motion dont mean nun son if yew aint handle bidness Flowing in the moment son i dont get motion sickness Im the illest like that, never cared about the system That tried sway my image from hero to a villain They took my voice from me but they can never take my writtenz Now my raps go w the spirit freeing my people, Lincoln That was my history lessons cant believe im not breathing Sing about me when im gone or atleast tell my children That they pops was a bad man no kiddin Jamaican accent? Bomboclaat ive risen Real bad man lemme get back to schemin! Yall know $habz the best to ever do it? Black man going through the motions ive been through it But the ink flow in my veins body whoever to prove it Whether im first, second or last on the track Im still a heavy influence Fr Man i got alot to say but at the end of the day still the nigga that wont ever ever ever fade away Brace yeselves im coming for my crown so get out my way My drive is unmatched and believe i aint taking brakessss Guess who, just slid inside of the booth and flowin in hella smooth, the myth, legend and truth... (IT'S YOU Zepħ!) For them niggas wondering who's Next, Yall gotta know it's my time son. In this rap box I'm a beast, M.I.C Tyson. If anybody wants the (BEEF) , you might swallow, this meat, of defeat and we'll see that you a python ass nigga. (SO TAKE A SEAT PLEASE) sit down! (huh) take out your notes : (LESSON 1! ) - You always gotta be ready for a show. (LESSON 2!) confuse the enemy, never let em know. (LESSON 3!) You could never, ever be Zepħyr the GOAT. That's classed dismissed pack yo bag go home! And as you go home, I'm goin humongosaur, Way big, doin things, that you never ever ever saw before- Lo and behold- ain't nobody in my vicinity could hold me ho And if you think you can grab your pen come and show me bro! You don't know me homie...I'm monster. Sheep skin,but that dawg in me. Imposter. Anybody testing my patience gon' need a doctor. I'm eating up, all my competition like Pastaaaaa! Dreads on my head,(huh) Rasta. Feeling like that king of the land,Mufasa. 1 girl? Pfft man I got me a Roster! Nah I'm kidding man i dont got a roster