RTO (hed) p.e. (Ft. Big B & The Felons Club)

Where do we go from here
You both wonder as your shorty push away a tear
When you are a lover and a fighter you can get confused
You feel fear, love, hate, you don't have to choose
They choose you
Remember back on the block
When we were still drinking 40s
And fucked with the cops
Remember fucking with the shorties
Dickies and docs
Fucking with that gangster rap
And punk rock
Yeah we never knew back then
That we would end up losing most of our friends
But when those friends start acting like they enemies
Then they dead to me
Fuck a bitch - it's not a threat
It's destiny baby
Like sands through the hourglass
Can't stop the hands
Try and watch the hours pass
You by like you standing still
I smoke - I fuck - I kill these pop stars
Bitch - this suburban noize
And we don't give a fuck about you fake ass rockstars
We the motherfuckers screaming fuck the world
And fuck you - we represent the truth
You a phony, a fad, a fluke
Your time is up, and we coming for you
We all geed up, and we gunning for you