Second Half Lyrics

Shell cases in the streets the night before it done got active

It came to close to home the news broke we started packing

Stole from his mans he ran the streets and started jacking

The court trying to give em forty-four, Justin Jackson

Eyes blackened, heart getting colder by the weeks

Getting quiet, these microphones familiar with my teeth

If you living like you me then you ain't scheduled for no sleep

You living like a G then life inevitable of grief

Gritty City where I'm from you give respect to alter beef

I don't even move that way so please don't come bother me

We promote camaraderie, it'll save ya arteries

Chances of that plan working please win the lottery

Any who, why we comfortable with living like we all good?

I speak for all sides get played in all hoods

I'm just telling y'all if I could ball then y'all could

We gon run this sack up Wendell Smallwood

Ain't from Philly but I might as well be from Philly

The biggest athletes of them teams done risen from my city No coincidence maybe I'll Get a verse from Milly, 'fore the Hurst run up a Billy, man my life finally be busy

You either with me or against me, the opposition or 150

I be trying to think positive but all crash

This song a voicemail to my OGs that can't call back

I ain't ever turn heads until I start rapping, I guess this the point where everybody start clapping

I can't feed into it not too many on my side, it's the shockness of evolvement can't believe they eyes

Can't believe Mehki it's really him, I knew my time was coming I always stayed a hidden gem

I walk around palms sweaty always in the mix, I got to stay calm and anticipate the blitz

They running and they gunning praying that they knock me down but I'm prevailing and excelling watch how 2x shock the town

I make music for my kind I'm never chasing after views

I got to grind harder, someone like me made to lose

Daily expectations of a man like me is make the news

Ima come and change the News, wonder would that make the news

Either way you get it done lil bra don't do it to look cool

I got to pay the city back man I caused havoc in them schools

6th grade year hopping schools ended in Beach, 7th grade year I was wilding wasn't me

8th grade year we moved right back to the V

Got caught up in the midst of the shorties and the tea

Freshman year was a lesson counting up to lockdown

Came out June twenty-twenty now they shocked now

Went into a phase where I was frozen and shot down

Now the half of twenty-one is where I'm finally pop now

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