Hear the chants of the broken backs

That′s crackle that snap

That facts that'll wishing for the days on ya mommas lapsLettin you know it′ll be alright

Over sounds of the claps

I guess We never grew up

I guess we never blew up

Livin in warzone never got crewed up

Who really made it out only a few of us

Don't talk bout it much

It's the truth of us

So most of the time I just bite my tongue

Cuz I ain′t lived that life

But i felt it′s touch

No Cortez but still gettin jumped

So don't wonder why I don′t give a fuck

Nothing but luck and a grip on my balls

Stood tall in the middle of summer as I waited for the fall

Stepping out the door like fuck all y'all

Working on the craft in the back of napkins

Learning every aspect of this rap shit

Everlasting habits of a living legend

This light will never die

And I′ve lit my match stick

First impressions are overrated

Second and third are copy pasted

Keep singin you wanna be sedated

No wonder your always wasted.

But what's it costin the offspring

To have you swingin by a loose thread

Like an offering

Is it all for nothing

Ever option given you searching for the short straw to draw

Cuz you know it′s a short fall when you avoid the top

Plus the quicker in the fast lane and you ain't ready to stop naw

And I can't blame

Like I can′t change ya.

But I can waste ya

Catch a line up get ya fade up

Keep the pace up

Slice the face up

Caster Troy kids

Keep playing with ya make up

Keep sayin that it′s fun and games

But I can't see the fun in being fake

Though the funds come to those who come to play the real game