52 Weeks

Lyrics

[Intro] They got gloves that turn sing language into audible speech Invented by a black man But 'y'all say we all on the streets It ain't my fault I was born poor without a dollar in reach Momma couldn't afford the hills we in the jaws of the beast Where niggas is drawing heat Killers got bodies crawling all in the grease You scared to call the police cause they kill us too I used to find my solace in beats 'Till radio kicked conscious rappers of the air for hollering peace 52 weeks man [Bridge] Yeah Greatest moment of my career is when I stopped rapping for Money Yah mean Do this for the love You be the best you I be the best me That's how I see it anyway (My Brother Dizz Made This) Let me tell y'all my story [Verse] We was born in the gutter but my brother had some hope Before the Carter I saw them naked bitches baggin' dope The tanning of America my bro was stacking notes Never wanted to be Pusha T when he was wrapping coke Five years younger but I understood the hunger Old Magic Johnson hoodie my stomach rumbling under So I done some pussy shit made a nigga run his hundreds Put a gun up to his head yeah I went out like a sucker My OG homie told me we ain't thieves boy we hustlers (We not thieves we hustlers man) Section eight apartments, killers in the courtyard Slangin' ragnarock bigger hammer than the Norse God Chillin' with some villains on Artesia that's the North side Life is a game of death I'm strapped sitting court side (pow pow) Because I had mad enemies Picking up a gun is giving me bad memories I can touch the steel and feel bad energy Fuck it I tuck it I'm trapped in the streets But my wisdom it eclipses Socrates real nigga philosophies Lyricist copy me and my spit is cinematography I been deep in the trenches, homeless sleeping on benches Where peoples interest is speaking on vengeance I mean revenge Against poverty How could you rate my bars properly if you ain't never starved Sleeping on abandoned property? When in a pinch I'm sinning against the god in me All this evil shit we do to go on a shopping spree Though I walk through Cali's valleys of death I crucified my pride then I resurrected a god MC I rap harder than Flint's tap water Attack the art of rhyme longevity I manslaughtered grandfather time what artist harder That's hard to find flipping dollars Michael Jordan's flu game I'm the sickest baller While your Black Cards decline cats far behind Yeah these crack bars are mine That's why bitches holler See your raps aren't the kind real niggas follow You rap for snitches who get you collared You rapper niggas giving tips to that chick Kamala Niggas dropping dimes in the Golden State like Iguodala The black king it's T'Challa in the sick Impala with the semi I'll Remy Ma ya the projectiles my stepchild Making crazy niggas bounce I'm like Mark Rubio mixed with a Marsupial I politic with the baby in my pouch pull it out like a trio of Percosets 380's in your mouth I'm out