Lyrics

[Verse 1: KXNG Crooked] Every lyric is real soon as the vinyl plays I fill 'em with wisdom like it's a Bible page Sometimes I feel like we in the final days I stream till it's over, I'm on my tidal wave I live all year like it's the summertime 'Cause even in rain, I know the sun'll shine When the sky turns gray, fuck it, I'm colorblind White-T's and some J's, you know them number nines I grew up in a block war, over that money in your sock drawer Bullets flying at Mach 4 Some went to the army, some wеnt to job core Some saw opportunity as a locked door I opеned that bitch with a pair of keys Found a Moncler coat and that bitch in a pair of skis Started sliding on the beats like a slope with apparent ease And the flow was so cold when I spoke the air would freeze Then I brought the dinner home and told the crew we could eat it Like the last supper painting except Judas deleted How a poor kid do it with music, who would believe it? Guess it's true, if you view it in your mind, you could receive it I'm a long way from a section 8 apartment Belly aching, starving, food stamps barely pay for margin I'm guilty of being solid, never shake the charges Y'all should know the man before you celebrate the artist Elevate your heart a little bit and get some exercise Our health used to be solid as a rock, now we petrified Stop ordering extra fries, legs and thighs As I got older in hip hop, I had to recognize R. I. P. Mr. C, hope you up in heaven skies Yeah, R. I. P. Rico Wade, your name never die Put this in the envelope and send it to the A Sometimes I gotta bump Joell to get me through the day [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Some days I used to hop over puddles, some days I make a splash On my way to the store to spend all my staple cash Pass a note, they put mom's cigarettes in a paper bag Stuff 'em in the bottom real fast, ain't tryna raise no flags Being poor used to make me mad Especially since my homie mom's had a good job, man, all them games he had Tyson, Tecmo and Contra, I want to play so bad But even they had they problems, you can't escape the wrath Dwelling where they dump drugs, dumb thugs is dangerous Chinese food, liquor store, pharmacy, they played us Good credit's unheard of, but Medicaid is famous Crazy, a couple blocks over, them people made it I guess that we drew a bad straw And God let a couple of us in through the trap door I used to fantasize being one of them families with everything that they asked for Instead, I'm a stealer, ducking 12, Terry Bradshaw But why the long face? It ain't land on my lap, but this a long race They might've got the head start, but keep a calm pace The finish line is imaginary, the journey is everything, tie a strong lace For everybody with a dream, let that bubble keep growing All you gotta do is believe in that something, keep going That hunger made me appreciate the harvest The harvest helped me keep my people from starving