[Verse 1]
My city don't got a tourist side
.45 toters and drug dealers with foreign rides
War with guys we know, the price of life insurance high
Niggas dead and more gon’ die and that's the shit we glorify (That's what we glorify, huh?)
My criminal ties organized
Boring rhymes never impressed us, I bet your story lies
I can’t make up how I'm saw through my daughter's eyes
Or how I can't sleep unless my front door fortified (Woo)
My only advice is don't ignore the signs
When you see the bitch in a nigga we all thought would ride
We used to rock Hilfiger when we was corner guys (Okay)
Now it's like real niggas against the corny guys (For real)
I left school and made trap a profession
I still slide with that stick like Alex Ovechkin
The cops pull up on us like they wanna ask us some questions
They jump out, throw us on the ground, harass and arrest us
I look myself in the mirror, I see the past and the present
Me being passive-aggressive, that only adds to the pressure
But I ain't ducking no smoke (Nah)
They come I'm grabbing this weapon
Shots burn when they hit you but only last a few seconds
Before dispatch get the call, your soul be passing through heaven
And eulogies all the same, you can ask a few reverends
You get what you give, I put that on my bitch and two kids
They don’t know how risky it is to stash a brick where you live
Don’t glorify this life
My city don't got a tourist side
.45 toters and drug dealers with foreign rides
War with guys we know, the price of life insurance high
Niggas dead and more gon’ die and that's the shit we glorify (That's what we glorify, huh?)
My criminal ties organized
Boring rhymes never impressed us, I bet your story lies
I can’t make up how I'm saw through my daughter's eyes
Or how I can't sleep unless my front door fortified (Woo)
My only advice is don't ignore the signs
When you see the bitch in a nigga we all thought would ride
We used to rock Hilfiger when we was corner guys (Okay)
Now it's like real niggas against the corny guys (For real)
I left school and made trap a profession
I still slide with that stick like Alex Ovechkin
The cops pull up on us like they wanna ask us some questions
They jump out, throw us on the ground, harass and arrest us
I look myself in the mirror, I see the past and the present
Me being passive-aggressive, that only adds to the pressure
But I ain't ducking no smoke (Nah)
They come I'm grabbing this weapon
Shots burn when they hit you but only last a few seconds
Before dispatch get the call, your soul be passing through heaven
And eulogies all the same, you can ask a few reverends
You get what you give, I put that on my bitch and two kids
They don’t know how risky it is to stash a brick where you live
Don’t glorify this life
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