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Street Forecast (feat. Marcus Kar & L'marie Dior)
by Farr Well
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I’m just tryna heal my Nigga; I’m just tryna feel.
Can I keep it real my Nigga; Tell you what’s the deal?
If you gotta kill a Nigga, I guess you gotta kill
I’m just tryna live my Nigga, I’m just tryna live my Nigga
This for the shorties trying to reach glory
I see the .40 concealed in your briefs poorly
You’ll be in the morgue surely
If you ignore the story
Of someone who said
“Y’all can have this life it isn’t for me”
I Hope you heed the warning.
Yo
I survived a war
Molotovs and Gaza Bombs
Vagabonds and Genghis khans
Humble y’all like Ramadan
Barrel on yo chest like donkey Kong
Summer time was martial law
Northside popping off
Avoid the mistakes, take the road less traveled on
I spit that Pac Wallace for the rap connoisseurs
And them boys on the fence like Tom Sawyer
The trauma’s raw
Suicide by a cop on the corridor
And the neighborhood watch talking about getting involved
Might get shot by a white broad with body armor on
The Shot Spotter on respond
Just an excuse to Trayvon your entourage
Fiends nodding off because somebody profits on em
And there’s not enough suboxone on the streets for withdrawals
Screaming “fuck the police”, you’re the reason they employed
Who gets the most joy when our neighborhood's destroyed?
Another funeral a black momma can’t afford
No dress clothes so we wore corduroys
R.I.P shirts face on the Polaroid
He kept me out the streets so I gotta thank Roy
Another black boy
trying to fill a void
That can’t be filled so I guess you gotta kill
R.I.P to my bro Rashad Will
We rocking Black Coal still
Man Can I keep it real?
The system makes money when we kill each other off
You gave the white man a job
He said sorry for your loss
The system makes money when we kill each other off
You gave the white man a job
He said sorry for your loss
And we fucked up still
I’m just tryna heal my Nigga; I’m just tryna feel.
Can I keep it real my Nigga; Tell you what’s the deal?
If you gotta kill a Nigga, I guess you gotta kill
I’m just tryna live my Nigga, I’m just tryna live my Nigga
Can I Live
I'm just trying to live my Nigga
My Nigga
I'm just trying to live my Nigga
My Nigga
I’m just tryna heal my Nigga; I’m just tryna feel.
Can I keep it real my Nigga; Tell you what’s the deal?
If you gotta kill a Nigga, I guess you gotta kill
I’m just tryna live my Nigga, I’m just tryna live my Nigga
This for the shorties trying to reach glory
I see the .40 concealed in your briefs poorly
You’ll be in the morgue surely
If you ignore the story
Of someone who said
“Y’all can have this life it isn’t for me”
I Hope you heed the warning.
Yo
I survived a war
Molotovs and Gaza Bombs
Vagabonds and Genghis khans
Humble y’all like Ramadan
Barrel on yo chest like donkey Kong
Summer time was martial law
Northside popping off
Avoid the mistakes, take the road less traveled on
I spit that Pac Wallace for the rap connoisseurs
And them boys on the fence like Tom Sawyer
The trauma’s raw
Suicide by a cop on the corridor
And the neighborhood watch talking about getting involved
Might get shot by a white broad with body armor on
The Shot Spotter on respond
Just an excuse to Trayvon your entourage
Fiends nodding off because somebody profits on em
And there’s not enough suboxone on the streets for withdrawals
Screaming “fuck the police”, you’re the reason they employed
Who gets the most joy when our neighborhood's destroyed?
Another funeral a black momma can’t afford
No dress clothes so we wore corduroys
R.I.P shirts face on the Polaroid
He kept me out the streets so I gotta thank Roy
Another black boy
trying to fill a void
That can’t be filled so I guess you gotta kill
R.I.P to my bro Rashad Will
We rocking Black Coal still
Man Can I keep it real?
The system makes money when we kill each other off
You gave the white man a job
He said sorry for your loss
The system makes money when we kill each other off
You gave the white man a job
He said sorry for your loss
And we fucked up still
I’m just tryna heal my Nigga; I’m just tryna feel.
Can I keep it real my Nigga; Tell you what’s the deal?
If you gotta kill a Nigga, I guess you gotta kill
I’m just tryna live my Nigga, I’m just tryna live my Nigga
Can I Live
I'm just trying to live my Nigga
My Nigga
I'm just trying to live my Nigga
My Nigga
