What You Gonna Do K-Rino

(K-Rino)
We be back street flipping stacking slipping
Money coming clean and these laws still tripping
I'm a certifiied street cat cash flow holder
A double OG with hood stripes on my shoulders
Every now and then a hater make be a headbussa
South Park son of a Third Ward Hustla
Who came up in the ranks and then tighten up my skills
You just got here last month you capping, let's be for real
If they put some pressure on you boy I bet you blow the whistle
Fool you ain't a man just because you pack a pistol
Out here poisoning your hood you lil ignorant mothafucka
And let the white man condition you to kill your own brother
See, gangster is a title earned better learn fast
Not tattoos on your arms your pants hanging off your ass
Your vision of the American Dream ain't what it seems
Open your eyes young homie you fighting your own team

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What you gonna do when your hustle fall dead
The boys start checking you on every word that you said
When you start getting snatched by these racist ass hogs
And the friends that you thought you had throw you to the dogs
What you gonna do if martial law come around
And these laws rush in and start shutting things down
And the life that you thought was real proof counterfeit
And the money that you kill over's no longer worth shit!