The C.N.N beat off of the war report. O.T The Real ran that beat. If there is one thing i could say about O is it was a privilege to grow up with and go to the same school and make music together im proud of you O you took it to the next level. Now its time to start knocking on them corperate doors.
Bro this jawn hit different! Bein on paper and trying to do the right thing for once also being a artist and producer myself I feel every word like your speaking on my thoughts!! Realist record out this year bro! Keep it real for one’s going through it bro!
Started with a team it was love we was tight, Some blame it on the drugs some blame it on the 'Likes', Blame it on the gram, talkin birds, talkin life All i have in this world is my word and my knife 31 grams down in tight flows basement, five, ten, twenty dollar sales I was chasin', Gotta max parole before I catch any new cases, this dog food's paying for my homies kids braces Every cloud has a silver lining, gotta find it The plug drove a pickup truck, the feds drove behind it When you see the money in your face you get blinded The drugs fly into United States and we grind it Every city every town lives the epidemic Used to play ball now he a shooter like Redick My homie folded in interrogation yo we read it It doesn’t matter but I’m sure he wish he never said shit Life’s a test it’s one and done and you don’t get no redo The plug smiled when I came back and said “I need two” My DM fulla people sayin’ “O the streets need you” You’re numb to what drugs do to people if it feeds you I wonder if there’s heaven cause I know that death’s close Still ain’t been to sleep cause that’s how the meth goes Staties raid my moms crib, had to get ghost Coke and dope are poison, I had to grip both There’s snakes in this mud and it’s where the pigs play Don’t shit where you eat or, where your kids stay They woke my celly up for court on his big day They gave that boy letters ‘fore he caught his big break They follow you until the day you fall, they deserters No time to fight with ya’ll I’m helpin’ homies fight they murders Lookin’ down, smile, at yo’ body at yo’ service Rappers fuck with me but I can tell I make em nervous Free the realest hold ya head just know we prayin’ for you 25 marshals outside waitin’ for you The hand got dealt, nobody could play it for you Just know you’re still a King though your castle caved in on you
