Lyrics

[Verse 1: Qualm of Savage Brothers] In my city blocks we got projects that's one story Watch the pit walk with no leash and hold a gun for me Kids get knocked by police and get a drug story Smokin' weed, running the streets, saying "Fuck authority" Sellin' trees at thirteen, I got a hustle story Moms broke her back when I'm twelve, I got all hungry Ball done struggle for so many years and I love her for it Made me to the man that I am and I hug her for it Even though these streets are concrete, we in the jungle forest Ghetto girls all over the world having sons aborted Locked us up, throw us in cuffs, wе can't afford a lawyer Devils with high school levеls now are appointed for ya That's how it is in SC streets, you got to hug the corner Just to make twenty five G's with one hundred quarters A grim fate buried on Old State And run up on your third shift, Dark Syndicate, Columbian kids [Verse 2: Knowledge of Savage Brothers] '89 around the time that Pops left Now we gotta go move to the projects Section 8 sometimes jobless Mom stressed out plus me and my brother got some hard heads Forced to make an earning at Arnett's A street conquest with bomb threats to Congress Who got the longest, arms leave you harmless We in the hood ducking cops with the convicts Them big dunts is filled with chronic The streets in South Carolina ain't harmless We catch you sleepin', the guns the alarm, kid Poverty stricken, stomach touching our ribs Stray cats and garbage, forty ounces of porridge We on the run for a warrant Lot of weight on my shoulders, feel that I'm the dopest MC, you other rappers is hopeless Stay focused, overdoses of corrosive notions [Verse 3: Lord Lhus] Traveled footsteps along the path of righteousness we follow In the gutter with broke mothers can't sleep their stomachs hollow Our father holds up the bottle sipping away his dreams Won't bother to hear his sorrow, we slipping away, it seems With my hunger to get the cream, selling trees, rocking the mic At times seems out of my reach, stay strong for the fight Snowgoons put us on, I thank the earth for that For real word is bond, put Columbia on the map South Cack metro where the crackheads roam Dodge the Richland County hogs 'til they bustin' in your home Guns drawn, found we livin' in a school zone You can't escape it, everywhere it's the same old song Sip on the Patrón and try relieving some stress But in the Dirty South seems like everybody's racist South Carolina, you see a church on every block The Bible Belt, we stay ducking white conservative cops Feel me [Outro: Vibez] From city to city, we struggling ridin' for this paper And you know we're pulling capers, South Cack is gonna shine And you know I'll keep it humble, but I gotta keep a hustle And I'm gonna try until the day I close my eyes (eyes)