Critcal

It’s been hard times (HARD)
Family on my back
It’s been hard times
Trynna put my city on the map
It’s a long grind
Homies in the field and in the trap
Cuz it’s go time
I can’t lose this shit
Won’t be another lifeless young black brother for stupid shit
Won’t put that endless pain inside my mother for some foolishness
I put my foot down and keep it pushing like I’m Ludacris
(Life moving Fast and Furious)
Or like I’m Paul walker
Life is fast but if I go and crash I can’t fall under
Living every day like it my last cuz I can’t fold
I can feel it in my soul
That the storm coming
I hear thunder
But I’m looking past the rain
Take a gangsta go on living life and pushing past the pain
Daily hustle working through the struggle and still act the same
Can't deal with strife within himself can’t stop cuz he got more to gain
There’s more than pain and testicles that make man (Yeah that's true)
Gotta look to all those that you hurt and try to make amends
There’ll be niggas tap your pockets and hold out their hand
Your closest friends
And niggas wonder why the fame and fortune make a lonely man
Fuck that lonely shit, I won’t stop quit I can’t give it up
I zip it up inside
Hold my head up with some pride
I cant bare to be the cause my mother got tears in her eyes
Cause her baby boy she gave and sacrificed for live a shitty life (What?)
Homie that’s not life nigga that’s barely living
Sleeping in a basement roaches mice crawling in the ceiling
No food gotta trap selling crack just to get a meal in
Know one day he might not make it back cuz that rock ain’t real
Bread water cornstarch what he dealing til he sign a deal
Fake it til you make it nigga
or until your cap got peeled
Niggas strip you naked put that chrome up to ya dome
Now you sitting back reliving wishing thinking where did you go wrong
Don’t get caught up in this silly life
Cuz it’s gone hurt you and your fam when you get murked
It’s bezerk
You can’t