False Ambitions ft. Mickey Factz & Harmonei Lyrics

We be up late night

Hustle on the east side

Sell my body for Bacardi and a free ride

I gotta survive yeah yeah

Risking my life to make a dime like

Getting my fix will set the vibe right

Couldn't do this in my right mind

It ain't right it's a fight it our life

Summer days summer nights

Something isn't right

It's like everyday during summer

Somebody lose they life

A young man with ambition

Want designers and the riches

So he rockin a vest with a tech nine

For competition but

Do he really know what

Could be if he just grow up

Believing he got no luck

He gets them packs

And he gone blow up

Submersed in the culture

Surrounded by them vultures

Cause ya homies be ya homies

Till ya fallin non disclosure

A few years in the pen

Who dare grab a pen

And tell the homie that you love em

And how his son is getting big

So he like fuck the system

Hit the streets back in rhythm

Put some heat up in the snitches

But did he see the bigger picture

Retaliation is a must

They waiting by the bus stop

He barely heard them gunshots

But you know he saw his son drop

He was only 10 his life end from a rifle

No time for crying pops get the iron Repeat the cycle

We be up late night

Hustle on the east side

Sell my body for Bacardi and a free ride

I gotta survive yeah yeah

Risking my life to make a dime like

Getting my fix will set the vibe right

Couldn't do this in my right mind

It ain't right it's a fight it our life

Look I had family in the streets

They moving weight

Some of them got locked up

Traveling through the states

I would see em through the gates Wanted to be like em

But I didn't choose a fate

Rather right rhymes to the bass

You could say I was a watcher

The corners had the hoarders

And the plotters man

Slaughters was reported

By the coppers and daughters

Selling organs to the shoppers

I seen so much horror it's obnoxious Fathers couldn't stop it

Letters to kin

Every sentence from the pen

Meant more than a sentence to the pen

Learned a lesson

From the message full of sin

Look it's a blessing

That the pressure wasn't him

Meaning me

Didn't get into drugs or a B & E

I was busy writing raps

In the factory like C & C

Shout to my cousins who hustled

To get the easy fee

I pray that the kids don't grow up

And do it repeatedly factz

We be up late night

Hustle on the east side

Sell my body for Bacardi and a free ride

I gotta survive yeah yeah

Risking my life to make a dime like

Getting my fix will set the vibe right

Couldn't do this in my right mind

It ain't right it's a fight it our life