Hillside Poetry

I know, I know it's been hard Being alone, I know it's been hard Wow, Red Hop off the shuttle straight on the moon Smoking on tags, straight to the tune Kerosene my flesh, bitch I'm hot Kale make it rain, that's a knot Eleven Xennies, now I feel stupid crazy Bra, take it off 36D, let me squeeze it Nigga wanna play hard, bitch I'm a taker Outline chalk, body's on the floor Glock 33, shoot like Scottie Pippen I got a vice, momma, I'm sorry Sometimes I just wanna stay super high, fly Ace on my sleeve, thought they had me beat Left mama and the city that I love Now everybody here tryna make sure that I don't make it out alive Yet I came from far, my nigga People were dying every day and I'm still standing tall Even when they try to make sure I don't leave, they couldn't build a wall So when you see my soldiers in the sky, tell them I'm sorry for letting you down Was busy counting problems, forgot about the better days My nigga Prince got shot in the chest they call it aesthetic Down the streets, we carry guns on melody In the kasi we call it tragedy Guns sting like a beehive, then the judge cut life, feeding gangs with cocaine Claim street niggas kill for fun, and that shit collateral In the Helderberg projects, sipping Derok I used to sell that shit, blue cheese, the mission, we taking Madiba stacks Ke thomile, ka strata at nine years, I was doing life hacks Ga ke bolele papadi was getting loose change Trash boat in the sink, we let it stink, it's a pinky ring They wanna stop me, nobody can stop me, I'm a hell racer I'm sitting on ash, pyro, pyramids on water, Cairo Yeah Hop off a shuttle, straight on the moon Smoking on tags, straight to the tune Kerosene, my flesh, bitch, I'm hot Kale make it rain, that's a knot Eleven zennies, now I feel stupid crazy Bra, take it off, 36D, let me squeeze it Nigga wanna play hard, bitch, I'm a taker Outline chalk, bodies on the floor Glock 33, shoot like Scottie Pippen I got a vice, momma, I'm sorry Verse two, we on phase two Had to Picasso the chain cause that's real art We've been down the ocean with the whole gang Blue cheese piling up, we want the whole thing Stepping on niggas and bitches, they my sons Keep my punchlines brief, that's a grief case Pretty girls, they like quick sex, that's a briefcase Yeah, we outside smoking tags On the money route, I want bigger checks Young boy on Bree street, your girl knees deep, yeah She got a bruise on her lips, stay medicated Purple haze cat piss got me elevated Stick in her gut in her body, yeah In a booty that's too deep People die in vain, I got real pain Look at the system, we're stuck in the matrix This shit feels like a breeze in the ocean And you all don't see that time is out of sight, yeah Running to the cash like a parasite That's great news, yes sir We pray for the better days, to get free My brothers in heaven like a shopping spree Stop taking lives in the streets Relapile, tjo Yeah, di achuz, di tletse ka strata, praying for a job Yes, Hillside Poetry thus gospel Depression, anxiety, I'm stuck in the middle Talking like a preacher when I bleed, that's a riddle Yellow, bitch, I call her Pikachu Wu-Tang forever, I'm a die a legend, nigga We cannot lose focus, yeah, we going far my nigga