**[VERSE 1]**
The gutter's my tutor, death my recruiter
Crack babies grow up to be looters and shooters
Palm full of scars where the fiends kissed the ruler
Every hood got a cross and a ghost in the sewer
Mom's tears turn to ice in the winter
Pops' last words was "don't be no sinner"
But the devil don't bargain with poor-ass beginners
Now my .44 sing like a church choir singer
**[HOOK]**
Streetz don't love you (nah) they just use you (facts)
Turn your dreams to dust then they'll abuse you (trapped)
Either eat the weak or the weak get chewed
My life's a black rose - grew up out the glue
**[VERSE 2]**
Feds tap my line like a bad percussion
Every homie I buried was a bloodless lesson
The block's a chess board - pawns get depressed then
End up chalk outlines askin' heaven questions
I play God with these nickel-plated scriptures
Turn snitch dreams to funeral pictures
The game's wicked but the wicked get richer
My conscience died with my baby sister
**[BRIDGE]**
They told me "stop the violence"
But violence fed my children
The system built these trenches
Now judge me for the killin'?
**[VERSE 3]**
Third generation trap house resident
CPS cases and absent presidents
The fiends pray to me like I'm heaven-sent
While the coroner vans make their regular visits
My legacy? Bloodstains on project bricks
Youngins recite my rhymes like crucifix
The streets birthed me - a demon hybrid
When I die, let the opps throw roses to witness
**[OUTRO]**
The end of the story? Probably tragic
Another black king wrapped in plastic magic
But tonight I'm alive - semi-automatic
Spittin' flames at the world that made me savage
MaryJane420
