(feat. Napp-1)



Tales of a lost soul

Gotta stay in control



[CHORUS]

My ghetto strain bring mysery

Gotta feel the pain physically

To gain anything spiritually



[VERSE 1: Mr. Mike]

It's a cold game, I see my folks slain

Right in front of the crib, the house

Brothers runnin they mouth, the southern route

Little church dude trippin, sayin my mama shout

It hurts, fool, knowin that's that pressure built up from the house

That she had to let it out, so much they said about

The life of me, Mr. M-i-k-e

Hit you where eyes can't see

Up in my time to leave

Ghetto kids yellin, "Where we live we grindin these streets"

Hard to breathe, in times like these, my eyes I squeeze

To stop tears from fallin when my peers be callin

Young player, you're starvin ballin

And they wonder why we get high

I hope to see my people in the sky



[VERSE 2: Mr. Mike]

It's like a lion, dragon, and beast

I'm high, a scavenger peeps

His eyes on the prize, bring these rhymes from the street

Define my homie's life, fell to the game, well painted stripes

And earn the age, what a way, hell, paid the price

Tales of a lonely knight, they walk up on you, right?

Never knowin fright, the darkest corners where I learned to fight

People ain't concerned with right, they rather be about the game

Persuin me and doin me, never takin it light

[Napp-1]

That's why I switch up women and cars every three months

Wanna kill me or what? Push my pawns to the front

Plus suckers bustin me, testin me, as a kid been stressin

From my flesh on to my soul in, how could I win?

Lord, is they really my friends? And why I ain't got no ends?

Don't mean to question my faith, too much excitment in this paper chase

I stay laced with game, but nobody knows my name

Workin hard at this rap shit, I'm glad I adapted



[VERSE 3: Napp-1]

Dressed to kill, a million dollar-bill in front of your face

Game laced, disappear without a trace

Who am I? Action, v.i.p. right through your backdo'

A dog in sheep's clothing, could you ask for mo'?

What is they blastin fo'? Lower the casket do'

Somebody killed my little homie right in front of the sto'

[Mr. Mike]

It's like we lost touch, the millenium niggas crossed up

Stupid mistakes that others made taught us

Jealousy feels, heavenly steel, just a frail way 

A felon who you can deal, then dash in the ghetto way

Car or van or truck, man, the rush

I'm standin up, yes, I'm standin up

The only man in the house at five years old

Take out the trash, wipe my sister and hide my clothes

Time unfolds, my rhyme's like a treasure of old

The pleasure, the pain, the principle of havin this dough



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