?michael just sent me this chop A-Reece (Ft. Ginger Trill)

[Intro]
(?Michael just sent me this chop)

[Verse 1: A-Reece]
Yeah
I'm from a city where niggas got two phones, no Kevin Gates
Two watches on the same wrist, the Mashobane way
Infamous instigators with full clips full of rage, they don't play
Beef with them will only leave you in a vegetative state
Far from God's saints
Strange, all they know is pain
Dark from Saulsville to Block X, it's all the same
Brothers die, mothers cry, families hide, terrified by the fair side gang living to survive
Gettin' extorted for protection and water supplies
You can't report it, the police get a piece of the pie
Even law enforcement break the law in order to provide
Prayin' to the sky, curious if God see that
The kid wanted a BCom, ended up in the C Max
They say he needs some reform then put him in orange and black
Don't try to act like Steven Seagal, you'll end up at Steve Biko (Haha, wang'tshwara? Yeah)
For now we pour up the Casamigos
Ventriloquize the De Niro and hope to become the heroes
Champions of the people
Breakin' these generational curses, denouncing evil
Jottin' these inspirational verses hopin' they reach you
Maybe some other time if not today
But some day, one day
Either way in some way
Whether you're in Alex', Atlanta or in Norway
It doesn't matter what age or what race
It doesn't matter if you dead broke or if you get paid
Somebody is lookin' for change
Somebody's gotta hit play
Somebody gotta relate
Somebody's tryna escape
Somebody's tryna be great
Trust me, it's never too late (Yeah)