[Chorus: K-Rino]
Negativity around me in family and so-called friends
(This what we go through)
Livin' in a world where they rather see you lose than win
(Yeah, feel it)
They wanna bring me down but I beat 'em time and time again
(Yeah, this is what we go through)
No matter how the try I'ma still get my ends
(Check it out)
[Verse 1: K-Rino]
Don't judge me 'til you walk in my shoes and travel my path
Y'all laugh but do the math on the cadavers when I unravel my wrath
I match aggression from the starting gate to the closing of it
And leave my foes froze, eyes looking upward 'cause I rose above it
People tryna cheat the grind, fake hustlers with weakened minds
Too lazy to peep the signs, but fool you gotta seek to find
You got business, handle yours, ain't no time to speak on mine
Gotta mash to keep from dyin', gotta laugh to keep from cryin'
We getting tangled in that political game disguised in a spiritual name
Pivotal moves that lead us straight to the flame
Material gain can't sustain on a metaphysical plane
I'd rather brag about my brain than a $100,000 chain
We're conditioned and scarred, so tryna provoke us ain't hard
They flash down to their cars at us to take our focus off God
All awhile, we facin' pain. it's turnin' sons against mothers
One day they be brothers then the next day put their guns on each other
Negativity around me in family and so-called friends
(This what we go through)
Livin' in a world where they rather see you lose than win
(Yeah, feel it)
They wanna bring me down but I beat 'em time and time again
(Yeah, this is what we go through)
No matter how the try I'ma still get my ends
(Check it out)
[Verse 1: K-Rino]
Don't judge me 'til you walk in my shoes and travel my path
Y'all laugh but do the math on the cadavers when I unravel my wrath
I match aggression from the starting gate to the closing of it
And leave my foes froze, eyes looking upward 'cause I rose above it
People tryna cheat the grind, fake hustlers with weakened minds
Too lazy to peep the signs, but fool you gotta seek to find
You got business, handle yours, ain't no time to speak on mine
Gotta mash to keep from dyin', gotta laugh to keep from cryin'
We getting tangled in that political game disguised in a spiritual name
Pivotal moves that lead us straight to the flame
Material gain can't sustain on a metaphysical plane
I'd rather brag about my brain than a $100,000 chain
We're conditioned and scarred, so tryna provoke us ain't hard
They flash down to their cars at us to take our focus off God
All awhile, we facin' pain. it's turnin' sons against mothers
One day they be brothers then the next day put their guns on each other
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