Sweet (Bonus)

I ain't never flipped a brick I ain't never sold a bird But I may have sold some dope How I mock and hum these words I ain't never felt a high And I never almost died When it's rapped it's undermined So I'll never tell no lie It's soldiers in these streets That gotta die so they can eat Ain't no grace till they in graves And all we say is rest in peace Who am I to spout some lies While people out there taking lives Chasing clout up in the clouds So they can say my song is fire Think it's sweet How these rappers claim that they be from the streets Hop in booths and they get loose but then they act soft when off the beats Think it's sweet How the drugs and gangs is all we think we need We think plays ain't here to stay so we result to treachery I'm sick of actin hard I'm sick of going stupid I'm sick of boobie trappin All my raps are an illusion In sick always actin All the cap that's in the music Is the only way to get some plays But this right here the fusion How you sayin you push crack when you live in rural Kansas How you say you got a gat when your dad could buy a mansion How you making all these songs hopin that we sing along While there's people living wrong And you reaping off the hatred Think it's sweet How these rappers claim that they be from the streets Hop in booths and they get loose but then they act soft when off the beats Think it's sweet How the drugs and gangs is all we think we need We think plays ain't here to stay so we result to treachery I'm freeing all the masons And cleaning all the hatred Get all the geezers leaning like the piza off the stations I'm done with people pleasers lying so they get they streams up Sip codeine and now they fiends I dream that one day you can see the Poverty put on the streets That you be rappin bout There are people getting slaughtered While you go and cap for clout There are people out here theivin While conflicted with their demons Doing things against their reason Just to feed they daughter mouth Think it's sweet How these rappers claim that they be from the streets Hop in booths and they get loose but then they act soft when off the beats Think it's sweet How the drugs and gangs is all we think we need We think plays ain't here to stay so we result to treachery