Time Zones (feat. Deon., Ryan Deshon & KolaFwet)

Skid marks could show And the roads we've been on, man they filled with potholes We earned all our stripes out in different time zones Make sure you put em on, this the type of time we on Neighborhood niggas Grandma prayin' we don't turn to neighborhood killers, but little did she know Skid marks could show And the roads we've been on, man they filled with potholes We earned all our stripes out in different time zones See I been out my bag for a minute But let me get this pen and pad and we gon' dive up in it I wake up in the morning, glad to see another day But still I gotta wonder who gon' try to take my life away All we hear is sirens, they been blaring for a while now Ambulances carrying somebody's child now Another mama crying cause her daughter didn't duck And the one who pulled the trigger screaming I don't give a fuck But you can't call the cops, what the fuck they gonna do They killed just as many niggas as the ones in red and blue Just another day in the city called Compton Gangs make purple rain, so don't cross em I get dressed and head to school, sitting in my homeroom Thinking bout my homegirl that was gone too soon She committed suicide when she had her rapist kids She ain't know what else to do, I told you Skid marks could show And the roads we've been on, man they filled with potholes We earned all our stripes out in different time zones Make sure you put em on, this the type of time we on Neighborhood niggas Grandma prayin' we don't turn to neighborhood killers, but little did she know Skid marks could show And the roads we've been on, man they filled with potholes We earned all our stripes out in different time zones Changed so many schools, I was forced to adapt Grown crowds and altered character were forced to relapse If my head wasn't strong, they had no place called home Ran in many circles, still I prefer being alone Elementary, sex charges had me placed in isolation Can't be snitching gun issues, yep, that's in the equation There's a lot I don't give off and let the ignorance speak The more you know, the less you say, should be life's secret Self-incriminating big in these streets that I walk Trust provides a grave path to the ones that'll talk Friends will run up in the crib, shoot you up, if you're ahead, and dip Get the shrmp and fake to mama you ain't dead There's plenty lessons of pain that I learned since a kiddo I got from books, news, and views, from nanan window Never confused me from being collected and cool I can't be fooled by people abiding a different rule Skid marks could show, and the roads we've been on, man they filled with potholes We earned all our stripes out in different time zones Make sure you put them on, this the type of time we on Neighborhood niggas, grandma praying we don't turn the neighborhood killers But little did she know, but little did she know Skid marks could show, and the roads we've been on, man they filled with potholes We all earned our stripes out in different time zones Been told since a jit that you best not fold or flinch The sun ain't the only thing out here burning shit I'm a slide 95, born 1995 My immigrant parents couldn't really provide A lot of shit I needed, got stolen quick I got banned from all them stores, where could I go score So now I'm stealing yours, or taking it by force And now I wasn't bored, I ain't have a choice Left them pretty crimes, cause I needed more A lot of sweet licks, sat my dumb ass down for four While I'm on this route, I did it on my own Damn my mama, some my niggas truly are not here no more Wipe away your tears, stay strong, that's the pep talk Damn I wanna ball, my job slays me more Grown man, used to be a little boy Steering my ship steady, ain't no crashing out no more Skid marks could show, and the roads we've been on, man they filled with potholes We earned all our stripes out in different time zones Make sure you put them on, this the type of time we on Neighborhood niggas, grandma praying we don't turn the neighborhood killers But little did she know, but little did she know Skid marks could show, and the roads we've been on, man they filled with potholes We all earned our stripes out in different time zones I was born in a environment, where banging was a job Niggas working hard to rob with the hopes to see retirement Circumstance inspiring my moves in these streets What we do in these streets Shut your mouth and be discreet, been through it all Chest out, you can't punk me nigga Busters love the gunplay, but I'ma chunk these nigga Never went inside or hiding, if I said that I was riding I'm not just up in the car, this the front seat nigga School days was the worst, I'm being hated by the flunkies Still going ape shit, screaming fuck all you monkeys Niggas talk about the struggle, I refrain by being humble But was seven years old, getting money from the junkies That's that hood life, where niggas trying hard to live the good life 3500 Brenton Ave, Lynwood life Surrounded by the real, can't associate with fake Every morning, wake and bake with new ideas to get the cake cuz Skid marks could show, and the roads we've been on, man they filled with potholes We earned all our stripes out in different time zones Make sure you put them on, this the type of time we on Neighborhood niggas, grandma praying we don't turn the neighborhood killers But little did she know, but little did she know Skid marks could show, and the roads we've been on, man they filled with potholes We all earned our stripes out in different time zones