Intro]
Aye…
Real Westside, Southside, what up?
RIP the guys…
We just tryna make it out the trenches, feel me?
[Hook]
Out the mud, I was raised in that rack, where it’s cold
Glock tuck, can’t lack, on the 9 where they fold
Shorties wild, they be tweakin’ off the X or the dope
Ain’t no love in Chiraq, we just tryna make it home
[Verse 1]
Born in the warzone, raised by the block
Seen a opp catch a headshot, brain on the rock
Fiends on the ave, and the Jakes on the clock
If it ain’t about a bag, then I’m back to the spot
Twelve hit the cut, had to stash in the bush
Bro got booked, he was juggin’ off the kush
Mama say pray, but the streets got a pull
You either hoop, trap, or you ride with a tool
Pipe on my hip, can’t die no dummy
Still servin’ clucks, tryna flip that money
On King Drive, where it ain’t too sunny
Whole city hurt, but the clip hold twenty
[Hook]
Out the mud, I was raised in that rack, where it’s cold
Glock tuck, can’t lack, on the 9 where they fold
Shorties wild, they be tweakin’ off the X or the dope
Ain’t no love in Chiraq, we just tryna make it home
[Verse 2]
Ain’t no peace, everybody got a pole
Seen a buddy turn snake for a lil’ bankroll
Folks nem gone, left pain in my soul
But I still throw the set, can’t fold, on bro
Smokin’ za to the face, pourin’ drank for the stress
Lost too many of the guys, now my heart beat less
Put a beam on the Glock, we don’t aim at vests
If you ain’t from the hood, don’t speak on the West
Had dreams of a Lambo, but I’m duckin’ the narcs
Still trappin’ by the store when it’s way past dark
I ain’t ask for this life, but I play my part
Tryna make it out the trap, but it tear you apart
[Hook]
Out the mud, I was raised in that rack, where it’s cold
Glock tuck, can’t lack, on the 9 where they fold
Shorties wild, they be tweakin’ off the X or the dope
Ain’t no love in Chiraq, we just tryna make it home
[Outro]
Free the real…
Rest up to the fallen
Keep your pole close
One way in… ain’t always one way out
UnbrokenLight
