Lyrics:
involved from a far, affected by the street laws
Concrete walls, not even earthquakes could shake them brick walls
Nick's and garden projects this is me
heaven
She say my vibe is angelic
That's how she call it and tell it
Man all these pussy niggas stupid like they smoke what they selling
Covered by
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
all the chicks that are calling me a rooster
Protesting out on the street
Say the chant and stomp the beat
Black Lives Matter, no mandates
Box us in,
remember Elm Street
Just a young knucklehead moving along
Yo, that's where my heart started beating at
628 sometimes all I see is that
Little kid I used
hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word
Fantastic
Show stoppin emcees
Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket
But
I'm a beast
I can tell you scared lil kid you weren't built for the streets
All these producers send me tracks now it's a dead beat
You saw that boy
reacts
Front if you want, kid, lay on your back
I don't fake jax, kid, you know I bring it to you live
Stay in a child's place, kid, you outta line
Like the dead end kids, we used to play in the streets
Never worryin' about grief, football spelled relief
Ronnie was the coach for us
See he
lay on your back
I don't fake jax, kid, you know I bring it to you live
Stay in a child's place, kid, you outta line
Criminal minds thirsty for
lay on your back
I don't fake jax, kid, you know I bring it to you live
Stay in a child's place, kid, you outta line
Criminal minds thirsty for
lit
We was the type to shoot a nigga dead and pray that y'all live
So we can swing by your house and come and spray at 'all crib
Had the trap
I've been fighting
But I'm angelic how I be flowing on these type beats
2024 gon' be the year but dont excite me
And don't believe the hype G
I keep my
you proceed
Come correct 'for you slide
In these streets they do you coldly
Do you cold, bottom line
Don't get caught out in the open
Plan ahead
yo
22's on a Porsche truck, Henny in the fridge
That's how we live, it is what it is
We run up in your crib snatch your kids and your wiz
We know
the kids a fighting chance to have a great future
And not worry abt being shot and killed in the streets by police or by us
We have to make a change within
reacts
Front if you want, kid, lay on your back
I don't fake jax, kid, you know I bring it to you live
Stay in a child's place, kid, you outta line
I swear to God, this what I live for
If you ain't getting money, what you here for?
This what I been grindin' as a kid for
If it ain't money, nigga,
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
I want to end it all reminded that I have my kids.
So we live to fight, since knowing’s half the battle we can live to fight on,
And we live to fight
on the mic live as can be what's good y'all I'm The ZYG.
(Chorus)
Kid Creole was the first to say yes yes y'all. In the days before Curtis blow was fresh
Buddha I'm that kid allow me to introduce
I just got it how I live I couldn't play it by the rules
And if I told you what I did you would say I was
locked up
From Queens doing time, we still
(keeping it real, packing steel
Getting high) playing the street game
The only way to get by is
(keeping it
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