Lyrics:
inner city kid
(What!) Step the fuck back then relax
Rough is on a full scale attack black
Huh, I'm packing a full metal jacket
A bat, 21 guns
and anger collide
Wish we could be friends, but we're just brothers, side by side
I Wish we could laugh like we used to do
And be so close, see the good in me
Wish I never would have never let the time clock
Pass I missed my chance I should have shot my shot
Remember
Young and dumb we were only 21
Just tryna
Trapped in an abyss, sleep induced by substance[00:21.84]A wretch without purpose, I know that I'm worthless[00:25.88]But still you could heal this
Either dead or in jail, if they flew legit
Would we have a chance? To see 21
But instead we do our dirt we shooting plenty guns
It's a cycle and I wish
I'll follow
Meet Stan, 21 years old (look, give me a kiss)
After meeting a young girl at a rave party
Things start getting hot and heavy
In
Woah
Going down this road
Down the road
Thought shit be forever
Wish it didn't come to never
Woah
11 years down the drain
clways thought you
though so much time's passed by
To separate truth from the lies
But I just don't want to pry
If 21 one days makes a habit
What about all those years?
some numbers
I'm feeling like Pac without all of the guns
I still got em tho
Stretching the chops like a butcher, yeah
Alchemy got me surrounded by pots
leave heart beats, I do it by the book
Keep testin' me, shoot through the dark meat, just to see how I look
I'm definitely strapped more than car seats so
ever pass him a gun I just hope that he kill
Hope he don't know how it feel
Hope he don't know 'bout the pills (I hope)
Hope he don't know 'bout
'em just to wish me luck, luck, luck
I keep a gun inside my
Backpack with a burner phone
I lean a chair against the door
And I sleep in my clothes
Call
friends you avoid[01:55.29]And you start to question whether it's even worth it[01:57.26]Just to stay employed by some money hungry CEO[01:59.87]Like it's
with the Ruger, by the intersect sign
Hit 'em with a Tommy, so my niggas call me Pammy
And I always keep the jammy
In a truck or in a Lamby
Put my
believe in me label,
Ruthless, and we steady be puttin' it down
Just for the love of money yeah,
For the love of the wasteland Claire,
For the love that
That's ran by greed
Money and the power
For me I'm a survivor
I do what I have to and only God can judge me for that
So before you cash your stones down
THINGS (cRE NOT WHcT THEY SEEM)
21st Century
The pinnacle of our society
Civilisation's on the crest of a wave
But things are not what they seem
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
would
I just knew that you were lying when you said you were good
I know you only did it cause I worry more than I should
I just wish my prayers would've
of kids? I never seem to get it
Blaming everyone except to ones who fuckin did it
The one that inspired him was a PlayStation controller
Just another lie
just a 21st century teenager
So excuse me for all of my bad behavior
I was only young and motherfuckin' reckless too
Look, sorry mama if I was always
short to be holdin' grudges (that's a fact)
Hugged it out, now we drinkin' Remy and rollin' Dutches (Remy)
I just wish I had a chance to tell my bro I
smoking after 21 just searching for the right date
High, ? get you hammered in a second son
Take a fucking hit and get in line for the second one
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