THE PROS

[Verse 1: CJ Fly & Chuck Strangers] Y’all don’t know what’s it like living your whole life knowing that your nice You may doubt yourself sometimes Like pay per view, put up a fight Skin ain’t light, but my future bright Said that I would shine without ice I just write these honest lines Of what I saw with two eyes No one knows what I went through and the entry fee I paid Ain't a superstar, yet still wanna to go the VMAs Gonna manifest it can’t til we see the day Gotta go to court so let’s pray that I beat the case Coffin or cell, why they wanna see us in a box? Tryna climb the charts until they see us on the top I let you live, I hope my kindness kill my opps Motto ain’t change, it's middle fingers to cops Love our freedom but they wanna keep us locked Wanna try shootin' us, they want us to get popped Love my bodegas, get my fronto from the ock Do this for all my niggas hustlin' on the block (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Chuck Strangers] Mommie told me, "Bring the pain, these niggas is tame" Honestly, I feel exact same Divin' in these pussies, bitch, I'm Max Payne I'm just a dark skin nigga in a sold-out crowd Blowin' loud where he ain't allowed Shit been lookin' up, I'm gettin' sucked down Hoes be tryna duck, hittin' me up now See, he is a miracle, he still shine Though he said his rhymes is unbearable, Fly dropped a classic I done dwelled in the Hell, these little niggas false claimin' So I'm the big homie, guess it goes without sayin' Hollowed jokes and the game, I been past it Suckin' in your LA accent Gimme face and I'm flaccid, the fuck is you sayin'? I look up to God and Lil Wayne, so it's money over bitches Keep my mind on my motherfuckin' ventures Stayin' level-headed 'cause the game vicious, uh [Verse 3: Dessy Hinds] I should be goin' outside of my comfort zone I left the room to places I could be like some honeycomb Greener the grass, sweeter the ass, let's get blown on the front lawn Took a shorter time to pay 'em back for one loan Made myself aware since Jigga had Roc-A-Wear Balancin' double shifts like there ride to the fair In any motion, my grind, it well paired and devoted As I float by, often floats, three wheel motion Used to be on Ocean Ave, three people, one bag, no room Or space for my thoughts and body while they both grew Ain't no role models in school, only Ice Cubes With jewels or niggas that could ride and make moves That I made to, played to, innocent in grade school Every day I had a new demon or an angel Stay true on both of my sides Now the bar on top shelf, soap level This is days of our lives, yeah [Verse 4: Dirty Sanchez] Yeah, I said, "I been at the bottom, that's been why I'm gettin' high, bro" Ripped all forty-seven pages out the fuckin' bible I don't have a stylist, but they stealin' on my style I always knew I'd be a rich nigga since the snotty nose I know my momma prayin' for me, actin' like a diablo Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop another bottle You see me get distant 'cause I'm not the type to follow Fuck you, pay me, that's my new motto Labels all fables, they ain't ever on your side, bro Niggas only love you when you pop or you die, bro I put my heart in the game, my chest became hollow You need the bad guy, so label me a malo This world ain't have nothin' to offer us We was pushin' work, we was the boss of us Only way to win is if I fuckin' quit Me, I been legit since the little jit Fuck the law and the government I ain't see no justice served while my niggas out here servin' If I see some funny shit then I'm the first one swervin' 'Bout my capital, fuck the capital Rest in peace to King Capital Why these lil' niggas cappin' for? [Verse 5: Rokamouth] Uh, yeah, yeah Gotta keep my focus, can't repeat on that old shit Gotta sound and make it soul shift And hold you high when you're hopeless People pick you up like two-year olds And while I been sick of these posers Whom they get to notice, know this way, we in the show biz Movin' they don't notice, only gon' repost it if I pour up for those pics Can't count on who's closest When it comes to takin' more risks it's the same who's boastin' But they know 'em, gon' ignore this Put bane into the poems, gotta show 'em we're the artists My scuffed shoes polished, had to go and get some dollars Still rock and get a hollow from your girl on your momma Schooled by old-timers, back when I had the liners Makin' sure we ain't have our minds to come and run through these times with, nothing's easier Keep a watch on who's been teachin' ya's More of them movies and medias We should really help the needy first But instead they turn them to see them skirts Should it be selfish to sell this merch? Converse with my profits, commerce with the verses When my pocket's lookin' hurt, yeah [Verse 6: Nyck Caution & T'nah Apex] Yeah, and so the story came and go Beware of all the fakes who don't got it but they just paint it gold Everything that shine is not a precious stone But ignorance is bliss, so it's fine, I guess the less you know The better it is, the era of kids Who sure they got their shit together better than him, yeah I used to think that I was meant for this shit But I missed too many shots, I mighta emptied the clip We make goals in our head that we set for a year That we forget in a month just to boast with our peers So you seem like you got life figured out, but when you look in a mirror The reflection isn't clear, I'm stressin', I'm feelin' weird (Stressin', I'm feelin' weird) Uh, I confess, I'm a little scared (Ah, yeah) Ayy, I tell everyone I'm okay, I'm stuck in my ways But I just wish someone would interfere (Wish someone would interfere, yeah) Ayy, days are long but years are short (Oh, yeah) How the Hell did I get here? (How the Hell did I get here?) Uh, maybe it's just a phase, or one of those days Won't be a victim to the fear, yeah (Ah, yeah) [Chorus / Outro: T'nah Apex] Don't know the Hell that we been through, yeah I'm stressin' but I'm gonna get through it We learned the hard way, now lemme think straight We ain't in Hell yet but we gettin' there Don't know the Hell that we been through, yeah I'm stressin' but I'm gonna get through it We learned the hard way, now lemme think straight We ain't in Hell yet but we gettin' there