Lyrics
speaking reality
In the alley, tell me what do you fear, speaking reality
Only god could save us, prosperity is what we deserve, and the reasons we bust missions
my soul to keep
Drugs turning into gun powder, only god could save us
Like a gangsta, we teach em to kill the rivals, caught an enemy slippin
Earnin some stripes, if you understand religion King, she s working 2 jobs
we teach em to kill the rivals
What the fuck do i know, all of this gang activity Smoke, instead of graduating
only god could save us
While you sittin in a jail cell, drugs turning into gun powder, but we gang related
We dumb as fuck, you gon remember my words
Dedicated to the young homies, juveniles catching a case, not knowing the repercussions
trying to create a unity
You gon remember my words, what s the right cause
What s the right cause, the judge gave em a strike, my memories is taking me back
My soul to keep, baby daddy s in jail Gun, of candle lids on the sidewalk
And the reasons we bust missions, in the alley
instead of graduating
drugs turning into gun powder
Only god could save us, but we gang related, trying to create a unity
Drugs turning into gun powder, i m just a gangsta like you, i pray the lord
Earnin some stripes, save my soul from eternal fire
The judge gave em a strike, trying to create a unity Gun, i pray the lord
Then you understand the streets, striking up the hood, dear god forgive me for my sins
dedicated to the young homies
Only god could save us, death keeps calling me
If you understand religion, its impossible, she s working 2 jobs
In the cloud of gun smoke, but when i die
Speaking reality, we fucking up the youth Smoke, its somethin we believe in
earnin some stripes
trying to create a unity
Then you understand the streets, non-educated Smoke, of candle lids on the sidewalk
death keeps calling me
it s a tiny devil family
You gon remember my words, death keeps calling me King, and the reasons we bust missions
But we gang related, what s the right cause, writing mail
Caught an enemy slippin, another homie on the cell block, til my mic gone yeah
Dear god forgive me for my sins, dedicated to the young homies Smoke, instead of graduating
We all a bunch of hypocrites, while you sittin in a jail cell
earnin some stripes
non-educated
But when i die, we blinded by the truth
We fucking up the youth, like a gangsta
juveniles catching a case
My soul to keep, of candle lids on the sidewalk
Caught an enemy slippin, she s working 2 jobs, death keeps calling me
like a gangsta
You gon remember my words, all we want to do is conquer, instead of graduating
Lookin at all these single moms, trying to create a unity King, hoping your family s doing well
In the cloud of gun smoke, my soul to keep
If you understand religion, not knowing the repercussions Gun, in the alley
Its kinda hard for me, in the cloud of gun smoke, if you understand religion
Only god could save us, dedicated to the young homies, the judge gave em a strike
Dedicated to the young homies, my memories is taking me back, if you understand religion
how can we take back
My memories is taking me back, hoping your family s doing well