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Clay Rhonic Verse 1
Born into this life of sufferin, my niggas want me dead and gone/
Facin storms, this road im on is torn and got my mom alarmed/
Too many enemies, this lifestyle has become deadly/
Im saving pennies, hopefully I'll vanquish those against me/
I can't make, brooklyns streets if full of murders and fiends/
Im at da end of my teens and don't know if ima reach twenty/
Save da children, too many niggas turnin kids into villains/
We beefin again, im in suspense tryin to make a million/
This rap shit got me wastin time, destined to shine/
Brought into this life of crime, im puttin my life on da line/
Da outcome is wicked, color skins dangerous is how were depicted/
Restricted by da law, how can we not fight against it/
we losin our homes and forced to move out into da cold/
mY souls sold just so my family can live wit some hope/
Im like a ghost, drug host sellin crack to those who chose/
To live life like hoes, crows keep my on my toes/
This is my philosophy, ain't no body stoppin me/
IM probably gonna die a slow death of rough anxiety/
We loosin schools and becomin fools cuz we lettin bush rule/
Robbin diamonds and jewels is my only chance of keepin cool/
Chorus x2
Will i ever make it, this world is full of Racists/
I can't take it, my enemies showin different faces/
I pledge my soul to god so he can one day take it/
Im rejected by this world full of so sin and hatred/
Guns blastin, thugs clashin in thug fashion/
Im gaspin for air, how can I sit back and start relaxin/
I hide my money in trash cans, im poor so I cash cans/
My artillery's ehanced so I can have a chance to stand/
Da old says is over, im gettin older, im tryin to embrace hova/
Stash crack in my sofa, my lucks on 4 leafed clova/
My wild ways of dogdin strays got my mind dazed/
So many troubles I faced, im just lookin for a place to stay/.
No punks and pussies, cowards crumble like cookies/
Those who push me, don't know my rep in da streets/
Im hard on my feet, hard to defeat a beast like me/
Hungry so im likey to eat anything that excites me/
We facin da final showdown, my Gz in da projects throwdown/
This is our hometown and I'll be damned if I let is go down/
We helped build da great city that tries to show us pity/
who are we kiddin, they want us livin in project buildings/
Its all about da paper, other than god, money is our savior/
No more listenin to traders, they want us under escalators/
