Product Of You're Own Environment ft. Dolo James Lyrics

You forgot how close hate is to love you don't know what your saying cathrine

You never loved me you knew that I loved you and you used that

Cathrine stop talking like a child we playing for country's now

Yes we are aren't we there's a gun in my hand you know I advise you to be careful what you say

Momma raised me in the ghetto nigga roll that dice how you talking like you about it?

Nigga lose you're life I'm in the trenches and it's dark man it's cold at night

Momma told me have your brothers when it's time to fight rip my baby zae that was a bad day

Brodie said I got to chill I got to be the brain I done caught a couple niggas up and down lane

Up on ca with a pj for the raining days we was rapping in the bathrooms we was cooking up

Just to listen when we up and smoke a lot of blunts Ima make it this your vision see the bigger picture

Diss on zae or johhny slidin' till we see the day

You better stay on top of your shit you just gon be a product a product of your own environment now we just coope

You gotta walk up from the stands and just light up the room gotta stop talking what you do nigga just make the move

Better put your trust in god and always always have hope cause one day we gon really fall if we don't build a dome

I done made it to this world something I call a home you gotta change your way of life nigga get off that phone

Looking at the window huh gotta get off you're phone in the studio you know I'm in my zone

Mater fact all theses bars yeah they off the dome huh and my bitch call my phone leave me alone

I'm in my brain yeah I'm thinking in my head huh I miss my bro huh yeah he dead

Laying in bed huh praying to god like listen damn we beat all the odds

And the grind won't stop yeah I'm make it to the top huh getting to the cheese yeah we getting to the guap

Rest in peace cwalt yeah that my bro that's my brother yeah we getting all the hoes

Matter fact when we was in the car we was counting all the pros

Yeah throw your hands yeah we was throwing all the bowls ring ring yeah she go call my phone

And this girl yeah she want to have my baby but ima call her on a daily

But I ain't tryna have no love lil' bitch tryna kiss yeah ion really want a hug

I'm tryna lock in I'm tryna go you already know it's on the floor

It's on the floor swear to god it's on the roof first day we was jumping off the roof

He want some beef yeah knock him in his tooth I mean knock his teeth yeah knock his shit loose

Man this shit so personal man this shit not a game I got hit up in my leg and it's driving me insane

I've been talking about my secrets pray to god they hear me pay attention to the signs it's in front and it's plenty

You gotta watch the signs they give you it's a make believe making both sides fight for a vision it ain't no happy ending

They tryna make you a nine to five i swear look at the sky

You think that I'm playin' nigga just give it time a couple years from now everything gon be sky high

You better do some while you can nigga stay 10 toes

Pay attention to the world and see how bad it's going they tryna take control of you cause you just being you

Now think about it in the long run aint no long run you just gave your life away nigga you ain't even happy

You switched on your brothers for some money now you a puppet

But my brothers they some slayers up on the road we gotta up it

They got us under a program the strong makes it out now you trippin' on the streets living at you're granny's house

Cause you're momma always trippin don't see the better route

Day and night thinking about theses thoughts that's all I think about

Congratulations you a slave you just finding out but you made it to a point where it's to late now

Momma raised me in the ghetto nigga roll that dice how you talking like you about it?

Nigga lose you're life I'm in the trenches and it's dark man it's cold at night

Momma told me have your brothers when it's time to fight rip my baby zae that was a bad day

Brodie said I got to chill I got to be the brain I done caught a couple niggas up and down lane

Up on ca with a pj for the raining days we was rapping in the bathrooms we was cooking up

Just to listen when we up and smoke a lot of blunts they got us under a program the strong makes it out

Now you trippin' on the streets living at you're granny's house

Cause you're momma always trippin don't see the better route

Day and night thinking about theses thoughts that's all I think about

Congratulations you a slave you just finding out but you made it to a point where it's to late now