Intro

Everyday I wake up figure out ways of getting my cake up same dudes that smile in your face will give you a face cut you can't walk a mile in my shoes I had to lace up stressed out antisocial I haven't ate much coming up in New York be safe life is too short gotta stay away from the pigs we didn't do pork hit the corner store grab a 40 a couple Newports had to hustle cause of the struggle we was to poor can't wait to go to heaven cause we living in hell these streets gonna get you kilt or have you sitting in jail I rather speak to my fam before I send them some mail cant face yourself in the mirror cause you feel like you failed I been talking to the Lord tryna count all my blessings gotta run to the liquor store cause I kinda been stressing near the window like Malcolm x how im palming this weapon screaming out black lives matter and wakanda forever n****