45th Era

Alright, alright Five, four, three This ain't no Green eggs and ham More like, f*ck uncle sam For deductions and interrupting My saturday plans, I'm screamin' Free all my mans, who are Caught in the jam For cookin' it up in pans Just to bread in family hands Cause I know We all got dreams To ball like we rondo We all wanna count dough Spend money we can't account for Oh, young nigga With a dollar and a dream Tryin' to make the cut Before the call scene Traumatized to death Cause all that I seen Maybe I'm just blinded by The bling, bling (Yeah) Every time they come around the city Shots get popped And it's really no biggie Notorious for slaying warriors Print the news Then change the story up How many times Will the system make us lose How many times Will a mom cry her blues Cause the war ain't kill her son He was murked by you If you from where I'm from Nigga what would you do If a Nigga rolled on ya' Shots get popped on corners Policemen make they quota White men think they own ya' Tell me, would ya' load up If nigga rolled up on ya' Shots get popped on corners White men think they own ya' Would ya' load up Or would ya' choke up Or shall we pour up A couple 40s for the shorties Who never made it to see 25 You forever live Never crossed your mind It was calling time Baptized in my own flesh My last breath left me soulless On this concrete, where I sleep I used to run streets and pack heat Like a desert, life was measured By a bullet, look who pulled it Look who took it Yeah I said I'm steady trying to find a way Yea, but my dreams they seem to fade away I guess that's just a hardaway A penny with no magic, so tragic The struggles everlasting So the cycle just recycle cause its habits White man made off like Madoff In a Maybach way back When slave trapped And the whips cracked Had master yellin' take that, take that No Diddy, just video Of a cop gettin' off with murder They burglars, white house Building walls and serve burgers They don't want beef tho Not with people Straight from the streets yo' (Uh) Gotta carry heat like its lethal One eye on you like a peephole Niggas shooting shots like they free throws Ya' cross the line, you're bound to die So dot your i's its eye for eye And cross your t's for casualties A masterpiece now rest in streets A masterpiece now rest in peace Cause when a Nigga rolled on ya' Shots get popped on corners Policemen make they quota White men think they own ya' Tell me, would ya' load up If nigga rolled up on ya' Shots get popped on corners White men think they own ya' Would ya' load up Or would ya' choke up Or shall we pour up A couple 40s for the shorties Who never made it to see 25 You forever live Never crossed your mind It was calling time Baptized in my own flesh My last breath left me soulless On this concrete, where I sleep I used to run streets and pack heat Like a desert, life was measured By a bullet, look who pulled it Look who took it