These Streets Ruben Slikk (Ft. October London)

[Verse 1: Ruben Slikk]
Smokin', trappin', and burnin till sundown
Woke up early in the morning, I'm loading my gun now
I can surely see the warnings before me to come down
Crackers label me a demon because of compound
It'll never be the same as it was and you know it
Still adapting to the change, being present in the moment
Running laps around these lames knowin' they ain't really on it
A hundred racks, a hundred chains, all from slaying my opponents
Was in denial but I had to face my issues
So depressed, I'm fucking pissed too
In the struggle, ain't no house to bring a bitch to
Way too insecure to kiss you
Know that you deserve the best don't, mean to diss you
Got dookie breath, I smell like shit too
I'm risking my life, know I ain't living right
So I pray every night cause my money is tight
But my family in need so it's well worth the fight
Serving Xannies and lean, 'bout to plan me a heist
Feelin' bound by my deeds so I'm calling to Christ
Praised a lot for these streets and the truth in my life
And I came from the dark but I aim for the light
Gave me the strength to survive in this world
I been slavin' and robbin' and jivin' you girl
Need some time to work on me, can't lie to you, girl