Black Gold Ill Camille

[SIR]"That's yo Grandma favorite part..."

ILL CAMILLE
[VERSE 1]
Young chicks developin' hips, innocence is lost
County building overly crowded, we pay the cost
In the back of the alleys, fiends barter for powder
Money, power, respect; self-proclaimed bosses
Buck pads and blunt raps, the first of the month
Gotta put paper and aim to make somethin'
See ya faking 'til you make it livin in the land of the stars
Side hustles and work; supplementing ya job
A block of "Gee, God we livin' beyond our means"
Little shops is full, stomachs stay on E
Can you find us a leader? Maneuver like sheep
Freedom ain't free, forgetting that the meek
Shall inherit the Earth, with no college degree
Guess it's back to the corner, back packin' the heat
The repass is crackin;' the homie R.I.P
D's on that, regal, ghetto loyalty

[REFRAIN]
We all rise, all fall for the same things
We all live, all die for the same things
See I be doin' my best just to maintain
See I be doin' my best just to make way
We all rise, all fall for the same thing