They knockin' at the do' again Peeping out the window Ask 'em who they here fo' They knockin' at the do' again Come back 'cause we ain't home Whoever told you I live here was wrong They knockin' at the do' again I don't know you, never seen ya It ain't my problem that you out here fiendin' They knockin' at the do' again They heard I got that blow again They knockin' at the do' again Man, I'm in too deep I got bags under my eyes, can't sleep Going hard with the hard in these concrete streets They say we trapped in the game, we scratching for change Price tag on ya head have 'em snatching your brains This how I'm living All my partners convicted and still stuck in the trenches Do' beatin' up off the hinges I done lost a lot of friendships, seem like the pain is endless Serving my own people that pure diesel, please forgive us But I wanted some J's, Impala on them blades See my uncle hit, had him on the floor for days They knocking at the front do', I'm peeping out the window It's straps in the trap, six pounds of that endo Get whacked where I'm at, you can't even trust ya kinfolk The game so cold served his momma just to get mo' Grinding from a nickel, working to a dime Then he flipped it to a quarter now the nigga giving orders They knockin' at the do' again They knockin' at the do' again They knockin' at the do' again They knockin' at the do' again See I was raised in the jungle amongst the lions and hunters When the heat on, niggas beef on in the summer They think they got a lead on another murder, they just happy July 4th been gone but them fireworks is cracking Cause the titans still clashing, I'm trapped but I ain't trapping Never made much when I did, my partner told me stick to rapping When you asking for that action, them cameras start flashing Them mics start recording, and niggas start acting You gotta play your part while he chopping up that hard Tired of running down these cars, either this or I'll starve "Why my windows got bars?" Preparing me for my future My momma told me slow it down but that shit I ain't used to These four corner rooms with all the weed that he consumed Paranoia setting in inhaling all these crack fumes Pistol by the night stand, all about survival or unexpected arrival Everybody be quiet
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