Trey LeParc on first verse Dirt Po on course and me on second verse, 3rd verse open, for now.. beat from ansane im unsure of the title
undergrond rapper
I have no character I'm basicly a lame peace a shit with no talent and I'm probably headed nowhere but check the shit... oh i dont whipe.
Lyrics
(Course)
(Dirt Po)
These hard times r getten better, I can feel the pressure
hopin' I don't messup, preyin like a wheather da storm, wheather da storm.
These hard times r getten better, I can feel the pressure
hopin' I don't messup, preyin like a wheather da storm, wheather da storm.
(Verse 1)
(Trey LeParc)
Before I got fresh I Hussled to see my money pilin'
I spit rest a' the beat it was my tummy groulin'
Gun shots a beast, I snuck my money silent
Couldn't if i owe my head to makein' plans
I'm off the beatin path strugglin' and hit a snag
On the brim a' someone it's gone all made up they'll beat my ass
Like bein' broke i know u hate dis well me to
I'm livin dirt broke and chase make em' deep blue
Up in the shotgun there were 8 other foes
When i crossed the tracks my skin matched the color code
It's true heard when ur cold they bring ur promise
With ur street fame and money make ur head big as boston, but cha,
U got ur ???? ???? from missin a payment
Then the undercover cops act like pigs in a blanket
Trailer hood white boy dead or in jail
Its that green like heaven make it hel?(p or l)? I'm a razor cell
(Course)
(Verse 2)
(High Violence)
U try to beat the poverdy with constant schemes
But is it worth it when from ur birth u know u could call ur coffin green
It's like a death to soon, All the stress ensued
Made it to mid 20's one glock cocked BOOM
50% of the population that just abuse
Street fight cuts infections from the rusty tools
Crack heads druglords, max percent they love snort
It's never to much for these fucks it's what they adore
Double locks on the dor ur never feelin safe
It's a war zone want no more u try to beat the stakes
Fell the hate fester on a quest for pease
But all the violence out there u need a vest at least
It's a messed up sceene no order ur hornes up
Ur a bull ready to charge and ur forced in a corner
A warrior callenged battlin' a real world
Support this stallion man'll see a freedom I'm sure of it!
(Course)
(Verse 3... unfinished)
(Course)
