Open up the window and the wind blows harsh
And your kinfolks in the limbo lost
And the hip broke so the coke cane walk
Why you got ooz on?
He said," I grew up in cruel slums
Where you talk about it better do somethin
So when I ask where you from
Either breathe right or you lose lungs
And I won’t miss if you run
So call my bluff if you want "
See the light bulb of a psycho don’t work
When death is homicidal it hurts
In hell you cannot tempt their thrist
"Fuck the natural causes
And members of a caucus who want an
End to all this claiming we the animals
bitch I don’t see no paw prints
product of my environment
crack came when gov invited it
So I see no point fighting it
I don’t think I’ll be finding bliss
Tho my mom is not too proud of this
Miss America has given me a lot of shit
I’m a horseman of the apocalypse
Put the chrome to my own cause I live too vicious
Might squeeze more times if I see you fidget
Trapped in the trap what they gon do with us
Going by the skin you and me both killers
so the fact that I am and the fact that you not
Don’t mean a damn thing when confronted by the cops"


No script for them J’s they be shooting round here
Head shots when them cameras ain’t moving round here
If you not directing action what you doing round here
Just a lot of blood and gore coming soon round here 2x

told the manager I really shouldn’t work this late
Cause the journey back home might not be great
Told a story bout the neighborhood in his day
I ignored cause a few still live that way
Community that’s just a simple word
What you do gon leave my momma hurt
I ain’t got no wallet or a purse
But I work for a living so they’ll rob me first
God damn it the panic don’t feel mannish
Ego damaged for 7.25(repeat 2x) and I can’t even get a
Free sandwich
True, true, If I was you I’d hate me too
I don’t hate myself just a bad situation
Don’t play yourself send em on vacation
No cabins beaches or spas, one casket preacher closed eyes
Can’t die inside bruh you must rise
Cuz when u thrive it gives us life
I gotta strike quick I gotta strike first
cuz I'm trying to make it home I ain’t thinking bout a hearse
Hope this voice in my head go horse
Cuz I’m getting overtaken by the grief and remorse
And it’s only in my thoughts god damn what a force
Then I think to myself(think to myself) If Craig ain’t respect his pop
Then Debo would’ve got shot
But cube ain’t write my plot
I got no 45 or a glock
So I’m one less nigga when my body done dropped


No script for them J’s they be shooting round here
Head shots when them cameras ain’t moving round here
If you not directing action what you doing round here
Just a lot of blood and gore coming soon round here 2x


What you call home Philly ain’t no love there
Man you can kill own, really and no one cares
This is the terror dome silly better hide your fear
Better leave them boys alone in Philly ain’t no one scared(ain't no one scared)