(feat. Abiodun, Amin Joseph)



[Intro: Abiodun]

Hard is my dawg, life is a bitch

When I scratch it's more than just an itch

I'm a living lesson

You make your own blessings

 

[Akir:]

He walks with a vengeance, street talk all in his sentence

Pass the benches in the park where the fiends use syringes

They, losin they senses, mood is defensive

Fueds with dudes get shot on the fences just for talkin offensive

Wreckless surroundings, sirens is soundin

Beasts come around, niggaz be out, leave and we out again

Government bills, kill a Arab man up in the mountain

Sufferin buildin bills amountin by the thousands

Free and clear, phone to his ears, stuck in the cloud and

To hide his fear, drinkin the beer makes him a wild man

And the mission he's on, dapped the bum with the Pumas on

Tapped the cat, champ the black Lucy's from {?}

Then he saw her off out the corner store, upped a quarter more

Buyin bags from a crack whore, out a back door

Stashin in a whore face, make sure it's all safe

Sits down and pulls his books out, look his teacher up in the face

 

[Chorus: Akir]

Get that paper what the O.G.'s told me

Stay away from snakes and them fake ass police

Watch enemies dawg, they might be one of your homies

Had to pay my dues, that's why the whole world owes me

Flip that paper so my cheese'll grow B

Niggaz keep your space cause you really don't know me

It's my time to shine like, ice and Roleys

Y'all niggaz never owe me, the whole world owes me

 

[Akir:]

Yo, she talks slick playin hard to get

Glossy lips, flossy wrists, saw some tits

And all of this make it awkward without dollars to spit

She's often dissed, niggaz be like "She's on some shit"

While they walk away dreamin that she's on they dick

Soft and thick, hard to miss unfortunate

Though three abortions supported by the source of her tricked dough

Superficial official, 'round the issue she tiptoes

Time tickin, mind clickin, showin her woes

A dime chicken risk her position to get her finger froze

Lover and friend, bigger bro, it's been like a minute yo

He been through like a million hoes, can't say she don't know

Play like she don't care, long as the dough's there

So she can go and buy her some clothes and do her hair

Not fair, genocide mental warfare

Livin with her moms, three siblings on welfare with no health care

 

[Chorus]

 

[Outro: Amin Joseph]

"This is Your Life, Part 2"

Stay tuned for the next album's installment

Additional episodes may cause consciousness

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