Yeah
Look around you
What do you see
Welcome to this
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah,
The youngin's why I stay awake
Your day up with a cater
like it's nothin' to it
Hit 'cha up, then get a rush
while you gushin' fluid
Get it soft, whip it raw,
put some cuttin' to it
Ten toes to the tar,
mobbin' in that bucket and fuelin'
An aerie nigga,
and it's with the business
Slidin', ridin' with a life sentence
Relentless for the scratchin',
got a batch countin' minutes
Pills crisscrack, black,
and a couple pounds of grimace
So they lockin' down them jacks
and servin' it to the tenants
Hoodies on the goons, Mack,
murderous apprentice
Just might burn ya, Ike Turner,
he's a menace
Go ahead and light that burner,
Pie Turner, he's a chemist
Blossom scarred off
amphetamines in Guinness
Tryna floss so hard
that he'll never need a dentist
He failed out of school,
but he's hardly a retard
Street smart, G -card, not a blemish for real
Uh -huh
My relics married to the hood
No prenup and ain't nothin'
on they ring finger
Somethin' chunky on the hip
that'll steam clean ya
Rock and roll, let the brooks bring,
steam ya
Dream team of the beam
and you ain't seen me
Nah, my niggas die young or forever bald
Fully convinced of the lie
that they will never fall
They settle all,
broad day with the philly thang
So never brawl on broadway
with the bully gang
Cause you will get your face knocked nigga
50 round clip, even stray shots hit ya
They watching niggas off
of grams of bass rock mister
You better not never let
them state cops get ya
Federal indictments
is buryin' blacks
Between them gang
enhancements
and terrorist acts
Losin' the future got me real sick,
real spit
I'm prayin' the truth,
he will get free loot next
In my head, in my head
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Welcome to this livin' hell
Where only the Lord can get us lost
In my head, in
And they say what's the
use of changing,
can't nobody blame them
for the way they are
They were born in hell,
they just learned to play they part
These pigs ain't tryna help
these kids
the way they say they are
But it's time to break the glass
and get about that J .A .R.
That paper gon' enslave you
for it saves you, Nick
When you locked away that night
you play with ain't gon' raise your kids
And it ain't gon' save your soul,
cause you came by your mouth
Ain't no excuses,
he's the truth to what you lyin' bout
God exists, homie, it's obvious,
it's a basic fact
There's no debate,
the nation's just faithless,
so they won't face the facts
So you'll walk away from your creator
to make your papers stack
But ain't no guarantee he'll
take you back,
why would you play with that?
It's so disgusting how they treat him
though he chose to love him
But he's no sucker,
he will sleep you niggas robotussin'
I don't want for nothin',
I ain't ballin' and
don't need to be greedy
Too easily can keep you blind
to what you need to see
How you desert your kids,
and neglect your fam
The way you love no chick,
and you respect no man
And you reject the hand that feeds you,
tryna feed yourself
You ain't concerned with pleasing God,
you tryna please yourself
You're a slave to your behavior,
He can break them chains
Cause when the grave
is where they lay ya,
it's too late for change
They say live for the moment,
enjoy your pride for pleasure
But when you die, you fry forever,
receive grace
Boom! Yeah, Yeah
Welcome to this living hell
Where only the lord can get us well
Yeah
Welcome to the terror dome
Where suffering is all we ever