It's Quiet

[Verse 1]

I hustle hard just to make sure so you ain't grow like me

Sick walking through the rain and the snow like me

Proud to know, you'll never know poor like me

Never putting quarters in the pay phone like me

I wouldn't see my dad for weeks, stuck in the ghetto

Washing my clothes in the sink, these O's up in my bank

Used to be a fucking dream, I need buckets of creme

Walking through hell, I laced my mic with gasoline

Just like a race car, I need fuel in my tank

100 proof, 80 proof, whatever fluid you drink

Wanted to be a hustler, oming through in a mink

Until I seen what happens to you from a tool or a shank

These streets don't play fair they'll ruin your life

No more cell phone, now you getting news from a kite

Get yourself killed now, trying to wrestle the beast

I'm screaming Free Gutta even if he's never released

I'm screaming Free Wais, gotta keep eyes on those who despise

Your success, they'll set you up next

Sometimes your own flesh, and blood wanna see you fall

They don't wanna see you ball, if you ain't giving them none

Disloyal and then some

Like how you gon drink from the edge of my pen

I wrote those rhymes, but y'all just quote those lines

Plotting on your family like its the thing to do

You wasn't shooting in the gym

It's no ring for you

It's quiet

[Verse 2]

Life is all about choices, brown or clear liquor

Either way that shit meant to pierce liver

Let me break it down and give you a clear picture

This game full of clowns, just keeping it real with ya

Fronting on the gram so they can appear richer

Say they superstars but only a mere flicker

I can't front though, the plot just grows thicker

Even Pac started to think he was the real Bishop

You got the juice now Term, go ahead and Diddy Bop

50 Caliber in the trunk, I call it Fitty Wop

My cousin still in the can, sometimes I sit and shot

Another innocent man killed by a city cop

Courts, judges and pigs, they all go hand in hand

They even falsified death pics of Sandra Bland

Who can you trust now?, since you can't trust the news

And Fox 5 feeding us lies, thinking we fools

Guess that's the reason I rhyme to drop jewels

And show you something different you wasn't taught in a school

And fuck love cuz love will keep you confused

That's why I switch bitches like kicks, fitted's and shoes

I'm tryna lighten the mood, that's why I kid and joke

But ain't a damn thing funny about living broke

Or shoveling snow to buy the kids Christmas clothes

Or dropping 200 songs and ain't got shit to show

Eating Ramen and eggs for like 9 days

And your royalty check can't even buy J's

Thinking back to when I used to supply haze

Moms stressing me like, this ain't the son that I raised

I just wanna get on and live the good life

Fat bank account, new big house, kids, wife

A picket fence and a couple of dogs

A big ass yard, with a four car garage

But for now, I just leave it up to God

I just leave it up to God

[Produced by Dame Grease]