See It Through

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Actual Proof - Rap

See It Through

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[Verse 1: Enigma] Was once a young boy from the hood, would flirt Chase skirts, you know, up to know good Single parent home, Pops did what he could Mom gone for days at a time without one word Middle child, one of three brothers with lots to learn Nothing given, want that good living you gots to earn Yea, knotty hair, snotty nose kid from the 'burbs Playing Cops and Robbers, popping wheelies on the curb Southside parks where we balled that's my word Were in before the street light burned Raised strict, though it seem no time for [?] Loaded dreams below the seam, below our means we lived Yea Seen more things than a young kid not even thirteen should ever see Yea -- tell you one thing To hell with unsing [?] for months My mom's trunk and still smell the stench of the skunk between [Chorus: Enigma] Me and you Me and you, we'll see it through Yea me and you, we'll see it through You see me too Yea me and you, we'll see it through Me and you Me and you, we'll see it through Yea me and you, we'll see it through You see me too [Verse 2: Sundown] Snow beach Polo piece was like the Holy Grail So cold the polar vortex wind [?] ice Sipping on only ale The Ballantine of malt liquor sales And gave everybody access to turn to the bottle But I was on the Coke and knee-high still, throttle that Caffeine and energy in Mississippi In an old model truck but that snapback chilling And grandpop rocking those overalls like a G, shit And that's G shit to me My pop came from it, doing dirt but he was from the red clay No stick-up kid shit to raise me No pickup truck, but he was alcoholic anonymous And my momma was the same God dammit Over the black sun we shall pray And they got the nerve to say I sound White Psh, fuck you Man, I sound like parents doing real shit the right way [Pool roll?] pigeons still assholes talking shit Eat a... excuse my French My vengeance is a dish best served with a plate of hot...dick And that's it Ka$h in this bitch [Chorus: Enigma] Yea me and you, we'll see it through Me and you Me and you, we'll see it through Yea me and you, we'll see it through Me and you Me and you, we'll see it through Yea me and you, we'll see it through You see me too [Verse 3: Enigma] I don't know if this is a... sixteen... or a eight... I'm just speaking Said I'm taking niggas out in body bags out to where my mama stay Yea, yea, out to where the drama lay The mind frame of niggas still figuring it that crime could pay How could you blame 'em, barely gave 'em the time of day My mantra - Wa-Alaikum-Salaam is a finer time to pray Yea, pray, worry 'bout me and mine On my nine to five trying to survive to provide the finer things No diamond rings Not that green hue of the dollar, big blue collar dreams Ends to justify the... means Meaning what's the meaning of honor When you spot them flashing lights from that Impala As the cops put shots up, them cemeteries steady filling plots up And yes they still watch us, cameras still in the projects Camera filming the process, no options there From block to block, still lots of shots to spare, we here [Verse 4: Sundown] Communicate everything I levitate from eyebrows to body weight I pontificate Raise a few bars, for the culture at large On a small scale Barksdale Bronx tale mirage Tell me what do you see, mind playing tricks on you And crime pays a lick won't do White collar follow money trails back to Sleepy Hollow Off with the head of the snake But watch the [?] venomous backlash from the head of the state Pump the antidote deep inside a pen, [?] Keeping all venom on tap for all these sins The ink pen begins running dry, they get the gin For the true serum, trim off the fat to get 'em in Welcome to the Terror Dome, odds get blown out of proportion from a competition Scorched Earth And a composition notebook first, driving a hearse To my shows 'cause I'm killing anything moving Yo, death might flirt but you better watch the boy Sundeezy Killer bar, Killer Mike stars And I'm lifting up skirts, see C section scars And let me stall so they can understand the pregnant, pause [Chorus: Enigma] We'll see it through Me and you Me and you, we'll see it through Yea me and you, we'll see it through Me and you Me and you, we'll see it through Yea me and you, we'll see it through You see me too

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Credits

Writers
  • Sundown Of Actual Proof
  • Enigma (Actual Proof)
  • Ka$h