[Verse]
Bitches tryna keep up with the trends so they boosting
And they ain't want you if you ain’t banging or hooping
Either way it goes when you score then they rooting
Niggas tryna live up to they stories in they music
And dead or in jail gon' be the only conclusion
Claiming he a demon, going out his way to prove it
This shit will never end 'cause the streets keep recruiting
You looked at as a lame if you ain’t down with the movement
Now you and all your friends down the wrong path cruising
Another youngin taken out for trying to be included
Shorty feelin' pain, want revenge so they shooting
Felt pressured by the stress, he ain't even wanna do it
Feeling like an opp and he ain’t with it, that's confusing
Shit ain't even fair, dropouts killing students
Products of our environment, no positive influence
My big bro getting to it but my grandma crack abusing
Counting drug money like you winning but you losing
Keep claiming that hood like it's yours but you clueless
It’s gon' only be there 'til a white man chooses
They sending people through tear it down or improve it
White folks worried, now your whole block moving
They set us up to fail and they watch it in amusement
But we ain't awake when it come to the schemes 'cause everybody sleep following the wrong dream
Priorities ain’t straight, worried bought the wrong things
They just want designer, iPhones and some bling
They just want a .30 or a Glock with a beam
They like to be busting off to flex in them Benz
Tryna numb the pain with Xans, loud, and lean
And they do it all for clout, want it bad like a fiend
Babies having babies at the age of 16
Wanna be a parent but they don’t know what it mean
Instead they be afraid and never give them what they need
They don’t tell that baby that he's strong and he a king
They don’t instill standards in our young black queens
They don’t want them kids, all that fun ain't what it seem
So every other decade it's the same routine
All you hear is sirens, gunshots and screams
They calling out for answers and you let the phone ring
Mothers devastated screaming “Why?” on the scene
Nobody wanna live this life, everybody acting
Ain’t no leaders being added so we keep subtracting
Keef made it off drill, now everybody rappin'
They named the city Chiraq now everybody savage
Even buford's got guns, everybody clappin'
I’m from a place where there ain't no structure and they quick to let it blow
Like an All-Star Game, all the fuck you know is score
Chicago would turn a church girl into a hoe
And have a good-hearted kid aim a gun for his bro
Where the white people wealthy and the black people broke
It’s all about the money and we tired of being poor
Where kids go hungry so they stealing out the store
Or they hit licks and rob, lotta people getting poked
Where it's hard to get a job so you start selling dope
But pops might be dead or never came back through the door
Or he fought for his freedom and the judge told him no
You going through a lot but you never let it show
And you never ask for help when your plate overflow
But one day it's sunny and the next day it's snow
Don’t know what to expect so you living off hope
You just gotta pray that your child get to grow
Bullets got other plans so it's time for inner growth
Fighting for his life with his back against the ropes
And now his homies on the 'book making R.I.P. post
When you die you gon’ turn into a gang or a joke
The opps gon’ laugh and say your name when they smoke
The block gon' spazz and leave brains on the floor
They don’t understand that you reap what you sow
Like, they've been off the medicine until you get a 'dose
Karma coming humbling you the minute that you boast
Ain’t no peace, too much hate when it’s love needed most
Ain’t no peace, too much hate when it’s love needed most
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