Misunderstood*

[Chorus]

We got dark clouds over us, we used to the rain

We flame up the enemy to fight through the pain

We lil' bro, we big homie, we packs, we gangs

We grew up too fast, we conform what we change

We strugglers, we hustlers, we just tryna get paid

We break the hearts of our mothers, we leave 'em ashamed

We either don't got a father or we claim what he claim

We can't go like a lane and we live up to our names

[Verse]

We either knailers or victims, we grin while we aim

We demons, we drillers, we inmates, we slaves

We live in a war zone, we die off all days

We bleedin', we hopeless, we cry in our graves

We just so misunderstood, we still in the hood

We still in the hood, we just so misunderstood

We still in the hood (Look, listen)

Fourty caliber in my book bag on my way to school

'Cause my classmate was on his way and got put on the news

I know this life shit ain't fair, so I ain't playin' 'bout the rules

We revolvin 'round finessin', you swindle or be a fool

Just focus on my objective, not worry about being cool

Drug money in my pockets, I been trappin' like a fool

Work that job and keep my head up, know I gotta stick and move

They wanna stick me in that hole, like we out here playin' pool

I hate thinkin' 'bout my past 'cause it put me in this new

Make me go and grab my mask and ill a nigga with the tool

Someone on a mission mugged up, ridin' round with that bank

And that shooters, we had to go, just some shorty filled with anger

I'm from Chiraq, when the weather rise, that increase the danger

I just wanna meet success and turn my demons to some strangers

One day I'm gon' reach the point where everyday like a vacation

Got my feet up out in Cali', then I'm coolin' with the Haitians

Take a couple steps in New York, then I'm flyin' out to Vegas

Hit the club and sit in VIP with white folks gettin' wasted

Tell the opps to book a flight if they wanna reach my location

Know the top around the corner, it's so close that I can taste it

I'm ready for the life I want, I'm really tired of waitin'

Feel like I deserve the life I want, I'm tired of bein' patient

Being broke, a fuck-up circumstance, got out that situation

Heard that money-talk, and now I just can't stop that conversation

Cops circling the block, they just tryna remember faces

In the field with arms out and we steady catchin' cases

Judge bangin' that gavel, now you feel that fuckin' devastation

They ain't tryna fix the problems but they hate my generation

They say "Go and check the score, you'll see who really drillin'"

Check the numbers from us trappin', bitch, we always gon' be winnin'

From the shorties to the grown ups, all my niggas know is: Get it

August 12th we fucked it off for ten, we do a lot of spinnin'

Polo spazzin' on them tracks, haters hate it when I'm spittin'

I go crazy, that's a fact, pussy-nigga, just admit it

I'm gon' make it out the shot, you gon' support or be a witness

Hell yeah, I love my hood but I can't die up in them trenches

They might smoke me tryna leave, my mama said "Don't be a meanace"

If they kill me it's my fault 'cause I ain't never wanna listen

Out here playin' life for death, and you gon' kill or be a victim, boy

Either way, you die, so the shit don't make a difference

If you go and take a life, you gon' spend your life in prison

Somewhere sittin' in that cell 'til you go brace and get religious

Now you're wishin' for a way out, beggin' God for some forgiveness

Just another dead soul that your family get to visit

Or you just might get away, or you just might beat that sentence

Now this shit all on your conscious, it ain't faithfull reminiscent

Think about when you eatin', think about it when you pissin'

Yeah, that nigga dead now, but that thought forever livin'

Bro, this street shit ain't no joke, when I say that, I ain't kiddin'

Bro, this street shit just a trap and they can't wait to catch you slippin'

Just a youngin' on a mission, I won't stop until I'm finished

Cash the check, in reality I had to pay attention

Now I'm all about my business, I don't need your two cents in it

Movin' on to somethin' better, you ain't on that, keep your distance

Now I'm all about my business, I don't need your two cents in it

Movin' on to somethin' better, you ain't on that, keep your distance

[Chorus]

We got dark clouds over us, we used to the rain

We flame up the enemy to fight through the pain

We lil' bro, we big homie, we packs, we gangs

We grew up too fast, we conform what we change

We strugglers, we hustlers, we just tryna get paid

We break the hearts of our mothers, we leave 'em ashamed

We either don't got a father or we claim what he claim

We can't go like a lane and we live up to our names