[Intro]
And the meaning of "Cain" is possession
Ya know I was thinkin' the other day, like
I wonder why none of my people just dyin' of natural causes, you know
Just passing away, you know what I'm sayin'?
You know what I'm sayin', none of my people ever, like, passed away
[Verse 1]
Had to man up (Man up), another man down (Down)
At the least we stand fast, never stand down (Never)
My tool's fire, move quiet, but the plan sound (Sound)
Born headfirst in that damned land, I want that damn crown (Woo)
The boys in blue clothes got new holds, new submissions
I give the grey youth straight truth, no euphemisms (No euphemisms)
Y'all played the Dozens, my favorite cousins spent they youth in prisons
They names known, came home; now, the house got two religions
Peace be with you (Be with you), wa alaikum salaam (Wa alaikum salaam)
Make sure that piece be with you, laced to your palm
No one here's linear, danger 'round every bend
On a path for power when half a dollar was hated by many men (what's your name?)
[Chorus]
Street live, we die, we don't pass away (Don't pass away)
Take any task if you got cash to pay
On this earth, brave known to earn
Birth to gravestone to urn
And the meaning of "Cain" is possession
Ya know I was thinkin' the other day, like
I wonder why none of my people just dyin' of natural causes, you know
Just passing away, you know what I'm sayin'?
You know what I'm sayin', none of my people ever, like, passed away
[Verse 1]
Had to man up (Man up), another man down (Down)
At the least we stand fast, never stand down (Never)
My tool's fire, move quiet, but the plan sound (Sound)
Born headfirst in that damned land, I want that damn crown (Woo)
The boys in blue clothes got new holds, new submissions
I give the grey youth straight truth, no euphemisms (No euphemisms)
Y'all played the Dozens, my favorite cousins spent they youth in prisons
They names known, came home; now, the house got two religions
Peace be with you (Be with you), wa alaikum salaam (Wa alaikum salaam)
Make sure that piece be with you, laced to your palm
No one here's linear, danger 'round every bend
On a path for power when half a dollar was hated by many men (what's your name?)
[Chorus]
Street live, we die, we don't pass away (Don't pass away)
Take any task if you got cash to pay
On this earth, brave known to earn
Birth to gravestone to urn
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