Off the Sidewalk

Slaine & Cyrus DeShield - Rap
Off the Sidewalk
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Lyrics
[Intro: Slaine] Y'all, this is how you sell your motherfucking shit yourself [Verse 1: Slaine] This is not a overnight story of success Torn up in the board room by corporate executives This is not a fabricated gimmick or a mimic I'm a real life image of a world where the hectic live Brought up in the streets of purgatory, living next to sin Caught up in the beef and murder stories were my best of friends Thought of as some creeps and burglars, boy, we were just testing them To take our last breath early, I caught a second wind My heroes, hustlers, fighters, killers, and cons Ain't none of them had flew with the cape So with my situation getting grim and my back against the wall What was I supposed do to escape? I moved units hand-to-hand through dealers with coke baggies and grams 'Til it started spreading throughout the states, with my street marketing plan The White Man Is The Devil laid my foundation down Now I blew up, it's great, I'm internationally known [Hook: Cyrus DeShield] I don't mean to break, you know I won't break Look me in the eye, you know it's my fate Middle finger in the air, I hear what they talk But I could care less, you ain't phasing my wall All I got is a whole lot of time so I focus on the grind You can hear the heat bumping from the sidewalk I don't trip off none, and y'all can stay fronting While I make my way off the sidewalk [Verse 2: Slaine] I walked through this death trap, and never lost my life, my life lost me I bought the truth and paid with my youth, the price cost me They want me stabbed to death with a knife, the night's frosty I stayed up nights and prayed to a Christ but he might cross me Dudes is looking at my feet, they wonder what the Nikes cost me Plus they wanna keep me off the ice like I'm Mike Bossy There's a price in my head, if these guys off me Five will watch me die from their ride, sipping iced coffee The public love it or hate it, can't keep their eyes off me I'm a murdering massacre, man, I never die softly It's way more than my music, this a ruthless product I'm the toothless prophet, anybody shoot narcotics My starvation is a nation in the shooter's pocket I planted seeds on planet greed and I grew the market You want a war with me? Indeed I got a crew to spark it My legend's getting bigger, nothing you could do could stop it [Hook: Cyrus DeShield] I don't mean to break, you know I won't break Look me in the eye, you know it's my fate Middle finger in the air, I hear what they talk But I could care less, you ain't phasing my wall All I got is a whole lot of time so I focus on the grind You can hear the heat bumping from the sidewalk I don't trip off none, and y'all can stay fronting While I make my way off the sidewalk
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Credits
- Writers
- Cyrus DeShield
- Slaine