Feed The Strip

[Verse 1]

Never going to be peace for the chosen

I'm hearing voices, let machine noise lure me to it

Don't like my choices, if I could I'd get ya

To see the picture, you're sinking quicker

You need me with ya, green chasing bikini ripper

Victims every week, mr prezi suite

Heavy desi heat, mixing in with cutthroat (?)

Guess I was losing it to think I'm special, street brought me back

I block the fuck out on the world again, shitting all through the map

Envy's killing happy, exactly why I walk alone

Sad the character from young still in the man when you're grown

Home to the bravest living, no favoritism in this dangerous living

Niggas switch up every day, play your position

This is only for the culture, the kush will keep my shit on ultra

Helping the bums with hurling, like I'm supposed to

Close to rolling everybody over, feel like I'm coasting

Shooting the breeze in, you niggas stuck in slow motion

[Hook]

The streets'll take you any day, they don't love you

Young man, no plan, caught up in the struggle

Fuck 'em, they don't understand I ain't thinking of you

Keep your shit, it's so many ways to get the trouble

Feed The Strip

Today I'm cold as ever, revenge took a hold of me

And wants me do 'em better, problem of my era

Everybody chasing the peace, put it together

[Verse 2]

Yo, my mind hit millions on, it made me major, 80's neighbor

Make a deal with me in time, don't like me now, hate me later

You got a too shady nature, screwfacing ain't ya

I'm blue, raising paper, too much for all ya throw me a few names I break 'em

I know the BS wants my company

All these fake niggas amongst me

Lucky me to have support I guess, embrace that comfy

You got a destiny in hell, trey shells and LOLs

State bells, I'm international, that grind takes twelve

Designer lines, great shelves, a box of Dom ?

A cell for every one of us, slow down and humble yourself

I visioned triumph near, clips of bottle glear, this the tyrant, yeah

Fire stare, rip through riot gear, grip new iron here

Glowing out my writing chair, went all way out my mind first

I hope a traitor dies a thousand deaths and every times worse

I miss my people, time hurts, I see you smiling at my concerts

Still making niggas rewind, eye on the work

[Hook]

The streets'll take you any day, they don't love you

Young man, no plan, caught up in the struggle

Fuck 'em, they don't understand I ain't thinking of you

Keep your shit, it's so many ways to get the trouble

Feed The Strip

Today I'm cold as ever, revenge took a hold of me

And wants me do 'em better, problem of my era

Everybody's chasing the peace, put it together