No Pity

Lyrics

[Chorus: Modesty Lycan] When it comes my time Will the Heavens know my name, or will they run and hide? (?) Or will they understand? I'm just trying to be the man [Verse 1: Young Chris] 5th gear, I push it to the needle Dope boy, they push it through the needle Hustle out of the Regal like it's legal The love of the root of evil Gotta bring back the structure, these suckers'll fool the people As I pull the Diesel, take a swig of Tequila Mac Milly too big to conceal her One room apartments, dreams of a Villa Broke down the palace, with dreams at the dealer Keep it Jungle with Gorillas, the streets lit up like Thriller Smoking on that Reggie, they shooting shit up like Miller Young nigga with a Trapsoul; Bryson Tiller Had to pay the price of death, (?) life of killers Living out the Bando, I ain't been out there with Babe Same clothes for days, I ain't been in the bathe Bitch, I'm chasing a bag, I ain't minimum wage We just dodging the cage, dodging an early grave I pray to God that I don't make it to the front of that page Got dreams, I'm trying to make it to the front of that stage And perform, that's on my momma Everyday I get going to put on, not letting up once I get my foot on I fell back and let it stack while ya'll niggas' drawn Crack of dawn, selling crack while ya'll niggas' yawn Bad bitches with pill addictions, sipping slow like Peno Once they pop, can't stop like Pringle, appetite like Oschino Fish-scale, cook well, who looking for Nemo? For the love of Deniro, crack your heads to Casino Blood draw so for sure, I'm taking it personal Retaliation nigga, death to your sons, I merc you Call the coroner, tell them we got a massacre Making it hotter than Africa, assassinating their character Blasting your Cane, Cousin Harold, your driver and passenger More bodies to ashes, or pallbearers to bury you Bring your heat out the cold nigga While jungle, snatch your heart out of your soul nigga Tell them bastards that we handing out caskets, bitch asses Ball players getting taxed, we robbing their rich asses Ain't no love in the heart of the city, it's gritty Bottles of blood, white chalk, for the love of the icky Even some of my darkest nights when I'm under the Gun I shine bright like I'm under the sun In love with the industry, I'm right back to give it 1 more run It's time to make a better future for my unborn son I'ma teacher, can't make you think I could lead you the well but can't make you drink I can show you the way, can't take you every time I can show you the hustle, can't make you every dime It's all apart of the grind, young But I can't make up your mind young It's your decision and your vision, read the signs young [Chorus: Modesty Lycan] When it comes my time Will the Heavens know my name, or will they run and hide? (?) Or will they understand? I'm just trying to be the man