TRIBUTE (feat. RAZEY & FLACKO)

When I was born & raised With rage encaged in prison At the age of 15 still remained Unforgiven For the crimes I committed My mind wasn't widit And through time I've regretted All the pain that I've inflicted The day I was convicted I was labelled a statistic Unstable and depicted To be hateful & so wicked Thats how they Painted my picture In my probation report Repeatedly catching cases Ending up here in court On a regular basis faced with doing Time Completely incarcerated Slowly losing my mind So easily lead astray Which kept me clueless and blind I Seen theres no better way I resorted to doing crime Fluently on my grind Since back in them younger days Sitting here reminiscing Still wondering how I made it Through the thunder and rain So much hunger and pain Flowing all through my veins Its got me going insane Im going against the grain I came up outta the gutter Maybe this will explain Why ima crazy motherfucker Tell me How can you tell from a Real MC Tell me How can you tell from the false Prophecy's Tell me Are we so wicked with convicted Felony's Restricted to certain laws That cause penalties I guess the chances Of getting answers Is slim Until then I guess we all continue to Sin So hope for the best But expect the worse I break stress off my chest Every time I bust a verse I walk around with my sword I'm fucking shooting a 4 Fk the law the coppas hating so we Breaking em all Break in the door give me a o and Get the f*ck on the floor ,see I had Nothing growing up so I'm taking it All See I was bound to turn this way my Older brothers a killer And I grew up with them drillers That be steady shooting at niggas So before you ask me why I am the Way that I am It Fkn matters where I'm from will Probably answer your question I get to steppin got the heater on my Lap for the weapon The 12 gauge fill em with hate and Niggas spray any second I got his head with a blade I don't Regret that I did it But I repent for the sins and all the Crimes I committed So Tell me How can you tell from a Real MC Tell me How can you tell from the false Prophecy's Tell me Are we so wicked with convicted Felony's Restricted to certain laws That cause penalties I guess the chances Of getting answers Is slim Until then I guess we all continue to Sin So hope for the best But expect the worse I break stress off my chest Every time I bust a verse I be running in like a train bringing My ops pain I'm insane,balloons go Pop the same thing could happen to Your brain,I be swerving dodging Cops yet I stay in my lane you ain't About that so I suggest that you do The same,opposition be lurking but They ain't finna catch me lacking ,Grey trackys on stiff bulge showing Yeah she said flackos packing,she Talking bout dick,she don't know I Got hold of a gun, this 45 will roll You down yeah Razeys on the Hunt,stressing I'm working and I'm Slanging to provide for mines,shit Ain't cheap rely on ramraids gotta Resort to crime,had no choice in This life judge,no point giving me Time,it's me or them I'll have to Take a life now I'll enjoy Mine,incarcerated time I'm facing ,Memories that I be playing,trust me I be in pain,but there's nothing that I Be saying,get the urge to put the Barrel to my brain,load the clip ,pull The trigger like we do on ops get Quick straight to spraying Tell me How can you tell from a Real MC Tell me How can you tell from the false Prophecy's Tell me Are we so wicked with convicted Felony's Restricted to certain laws That cause penalties I guess the chances Of getting answers Is slim Until then I guess we all continue to Sin So hope for the best But expect the worse I break stress off my chest Every time I bust a verse