NineteenEighty7

[Verse 1: Stalley]

Midwest nigga in the West

Red Corvette speeding down sunset

Ski mask, black Tec pulling through the set

Gang signs and palm trees, bomb weed and becks

Mentality complex, conscious but get vexed

Over gangster instrumentals, instrumental to the rap game

Yeah the aim simple, target the lame and stay in the lane

As I dip through the ghetto with metal rings and coke gets peddled

The sun gon' shine 'em all after the smoke settles

My mom's blood levels is high

Her son high ridin' 'round with the devils so she pray to Allah

Hoping the demons gon' let go

I hustle for these C-notes, tuck drugs in my pea coat

Dipping from the RICO watching people through the peephole

A wolf in sheep's clothes, hear no evil and I speak no

Word to dangerous minds, spend no time with a weak soul

Spiritual and lethal a deadly combination

Pulling on the joint trying not to break my concentration

They say the game is locked, I'm tryna bust the combination

They want me to tell the story but I ain't for the conversation

So I'm contemplating, quit this rap ish or be blatant

And they all hating so I might just well stop faking

Like, I'm like them or I like them while I'm riding around with it

I guess I'mma pipe 'em

Murder one man down, I'm the man hands down

Ain't nobody like him, that's why I'm this way

It's me against this world and I'm down for the play

[Hook: Schoolboy Q]

Had the banger with 30 shots, nigga at 19

Had them cookies [?] more fiends

Had a dream at 26, get it by all means

2013 green

Couple O's, couple K's, couple Glocks

Bodies lay, [?] couple yawks

[Verse 2: Stalley]

A lot of homicide, Chevy slide on Pirellis

Full fur diamond blur, a young Jim Kelly

Million dollar phone calls on a black celly

Black power trying to escape Jack Bauer and the Federales

Rally stripe Monte

'03 going back to Cali in my dopemans

Starch tan khakis and my Raybans

Fly gangster, dirty niggas hate him

Fly chicks wanna date him cause I stay gold

Rubberband bankroll, load the Mac 11, let's roll!

We gotta take mo', they got me on my mobbing ish

'99 stick-up kids, niggas came to rob

So lay down or get hit with these metal sticks

My niggas chop ten and shave bricks tryna escape Satan and housing bricks

So for freedom I'm [housing this?]

Malcolm in the Middle, I'm Malcolm Little with a ink pen

A long way from Malcolm-Jamal Warner living

No Theo Huxtable I hustle for my living

Never had to fit in in the survival of the fittest

A hustler told me if you riding, then you get in

No time to be a scary nigga today

If you out in these streets, you gotta be down for the play

[Hook]