Life of Spook

Everything dat i did was fa to make it out da hood Fa da make it out da struggle It aint like im chasing trouble mama Section 8 living weon gaf we hit da block dump da clip n roll da window If we aint got it we gon take it betta give it up I hate to say it but dat facts dats how we livin bru My mama tol me baby boy U a blessing Throughout the storm n da pain n da stressing Aye u da one u gotta send da bigger message Aye teach dem youngans dey got futures fuck a weapon Aye look dats hard to say my nigga dead he took da route he took da harder way We kno pain made da demon give his heart away They say u movin off emotions put yo heart away Im Thinking hard by myself im tryan recollect N i cant leave da city cus dis wea My ppl at Hard times n lords knows U aint my equal yet In da city wea niccas kill ya wea yo ppl at It be yo ppl that Cross u out bout some money nicca u couldve ask Hit da Boy flip em ova left da boa ina past Kicked sum rocks got sum paper Had to get in my bag Aint have to tell My business Cus niggas start to get mad N niggas gon start to envy Niggas gon start to tell A nigga come try n take gotta 150 shells 150 shells whip 150 bells If i get jammed up tonight I gotta money for me a bail The struggle Made a nigga N we searching for hope cus we aint got No guidance A nigga always felt cold n all he knew was violence He let da pain kill his happiness at young age No matter how far he move that pain dont age He kept it real wit dem bitches n dey don changed up N they don fucked w da homies n fuck his brain up N all he kno is da struggle Da storm n rain bru