Chi (feat. K9 & Ricko Capito)
Yo
through the eye of the hurricane
the world on my shoulders while I'm trying to stomach pain
coz you know this world is cut throat
man are palming Armz they'll probably rob you with the snub nose
bring it to you bear face and up close
Tear face up clothes
still respect in the hood we get the upmost
man are like for nuff years you've been fucking up flows
But tell them time waits for no man
don't want to be old on road kicking a coke
can
don't want to be broke at home wishing old fans
can't get caught slipping so I'm gripping with both hands
I ain't different from most mans
whether pushing a post vans or a couple oz and
were all trying to hustle until our knuckles are swollen
screw face no chuckle like Huckleberry Finn
He flex a likkle muscle and hustle to get in
Yeah he talk the ting but that really ain't him
that's when he's hearts caving in straight..
and this is MBK
my teams in a different league like the NBA
fuck all the The envy hate
snakes and the bad mind
Grew up on Estates were black everything cats weren't a bad sign
feds had us rolling round in circles like a @ sign
you proberly won't get it think it's a rap line
But I was selling wraps of..
through the bad times
I'm on the grind I can't survive on the minimum wage
and then you're getting taxed on the little that's made
So what's left is insignificant pay
can you tell me why you be living this way
it's rage getting high on the piffest of haze
escape on mind in a different place
I think about the dreams and visions I chase
coz the governments got us in the system in slaved
I say what I like and what's written on the page
and every time I rhyme I'll be giving them the pain
or I can just vibes and I hit them with a wave ayy
but these niggers can't surf on my tidle
learn from the cycle
hate never prospers thats word to the bible
and I was in church and I heard was vital
if God is on my side it won't work for my rivals
the worlds like a rat race the search for the Title
And everybody wants to be first in the final
from The day your mother gave birth it's survival
I am old school like a verse on the vinyl
On a dark night I move like bat man with the baseball
i balls base making homeruns that's safe call
And to the youts staying cool you should stay in school
And try to own a business if you ain't a fool
but I was born into this I had no choice
now I turn the album into a Rolls-Royce
Taught the game by the pimp from Hempstead
now I've got the ice money that's baguette bread
I pay the haters no mind and forget them