Flesh Of My Flesh Lyrics

Yeah, check it, run that shit back now, uh

Paper chasin' on the interstate, but life changin

God's grace, I might make it, quarter in the corduroys

I'm long out, but homie, I been here before

My back turnin', stones fallin' at my feet

Yes, it is a will, cause it's a why that God protectin' me

Represent the real, cause who is real is me

Fresh in my flesh, I come from the slums, I'm covered in mud

I see my nigga's dead body, it was covered in blood

The real can relate, I'm tired of faith

But how you hold your head high, when your heartbeat is flowin' with hate

From the other side, on the road to riches, it's a lonely ride

Turnpike, my nigga split his whip, and then he burned inside

His brother fell inside my arms, and all the nigga did was cry

So we sat in silence, and I let him cry, I tell him to breathe

Front line, I wear my heart on my sleeve

And if I said that, we'd be straight, that's a lie through my teeth

And I ain't learn yet, packin' my heat

I got like six dead niggas, and they all die young

Three or four went and died by the gun

Flesh of my flesh, and blood of my blood

I pray to God we make it out of this slum

It's cut, nigga

It's cut, nigga