The Sit Down

My Continental on vogues Su-i-cide doors Men in black Never been afraid, so I'm never strapped I need a gun I'll take yours And I don't hate whores I just hate yours Why ya'll make war You know you want peace Wars on the street Tattooed with the mark of the beast I felt that Then I fell back "Keep it to yourself" "Baby, you shouldn't tell that" Too much ego Too much info FBI always trying to build a RICO So I say zero Plus I'm legal Park the Continental Got the Buick Regal No more heroes Too many martyrs Too many children growing up without fathers We need dollars But even more We need scholars Teach him how to tie a tie Lay down the collar If we choose to not The future's all shot First they on the block Then they in the penitentiary 8x10 cell and cot That's misery You gone be the future You should understand the history Searching through the scriptures Please reveal what it means to me I can see the enemy All up in the industry Same ones delivered me Same ones killing me Same ones healing me The same ones spit on me The same ones endorsed me The same people put a chip in me I don't play games If you drunk off of Henessey Never check me Check your girl cause she hit on me You can feel the fire, and desire, and frequency Don't hate me Hate the game that I'm sweating, and I'm breathing, and I'm bleeding Cradle to grave Great, great, great granny was a slave of a slave Telling me forget You got rich while we picked a pack Please don't let me catch you slipping with a full pack Cause I ain't had lunch, nor dinner, not breakfast yet No alcohol, no sex, no cigarettes You can tell by the ribs if he properly fed Don't go skipping in the jungle you could lose your head I'm a say it one more time so it's clear If you ain't got no business then you shouldn't be here That's word on my block Home of the killer cops Life on the backstreets The urban backdrop Where rides get swapped Too much pride get ya shot Metrics for success If you survive it or not Ahh... I think I did Yeah I did it People want the fame But they're really just gimmicks So I get it how I live it Spit it how I feel it You don't gotta like it But ya gotta deal with it