Lyrics:
Fresh out the county, shoes with no laces
Plastic bag carryin', no two paces
iPhone, belt by Gucci
Bands with loose change and some car keys
tell my players hold your head and keep your glock by your side
Don't be scared to up and bust when they testin' your pride
Juwan Turner got killed man
Beginning verse:
In a world where science and dreams collide
A revolution has begun, impossible to hide (hide)
We've unlocked the secrets, we've
throwback
He ain't real you know dat muhammad where dey sold that
We stepping on these niggaz like a muthafuckin door mat
When I hit the scene they take
tell by the look in the eyes
This right here is about time
There's this thang called the night
It's where most lights all go bye-bye
But I'll keep
no one thought was safe
Police made sure that no one could get away
From night to day I've been wild since the juvenile
Got that reckless match your
bustin' down that fetty brick
My career keep passing me by, 'cause I keep goin' to jail and shit
Tired of smelling my cell and shit
Wondering where all
I had to achieve my mission
My fears feel real when they start to blind my vision
Conditioned, by daily superstitions
Thought that you could settle
Holdin young money like Baby and Lil' Weezy
Bangin Juvenile, K-Rino, and Lil'Keke
They started off hot and they still hot
You other rappers wasn't and you
of surviving, killing and cash
Every juvenile in America wants to carry a Glock
And you blink, they'll come around, take all you've got
Thugs breed thugs, listen
of surviving, killing and cash
Every juvenile in America wants to carry a Glock
And you blink, they'll come around, take all you've got
Thugs breed thugs, listen
like that nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they
[Chorus]
I know it's hard in every hood I know
Struggle in every ghetto I know
But not like the one I know
I see the law in every hood I go
They
nigga let's pour up
My money just go up
Ahahahahahahahah
You know what I mean
That was the remix by the way
That we're bringin' Young Sorealist man
You
em all see the real see the legit
Picture perfect there aint gonna be a remix
It dont matta' where ya goin' if ya luck is up or down
Just now that im
the difference
I keep it close by, walking distance
This whole world is fake, it's as real as you make it
I'm a star like David
Where'd you keep the bonsam?
York, New York, the city that never sleeps
Bodies, covered in white sheets, are layin in the streets
Shit gets deep, as we creep up the block by the kids
was broke
Here we go
Riding through the city screaming there he go
Any where and everywhere now they screaming where he go
Disappear swearing that ah
those that wanna cramp my style
When I ask they be like huh
Like a juvenile crack a smile say a rhyme
That's straight out cold
Strong enough to grab
Yo I keep my mind on my riches snitches get snitches
Cats on the low they all act like bitches
So what up, where you at with the nine-sin?
Feel my
shit together, I ain't jivin' you
I don't think that nigga could do you better then I could do, ya know
It's Juvenile from cross the street by
shit together, I ain't jivin' you
I don't think that nigga could do you better then I could do, ya know
It's Juvenile from cross the street by
Somebody in a cultivated moment of distress
Composed himself to artfully carve Zoso in his desk
They was probably thinking fuck you fuck you fuck
Sunshine gon' come with rainy days, Codiene take the pain away
Kobe at the three, while down by two, Dwayne gon' fade away
I know they hate I made
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