The System

By FastPaper

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[Verse 1:Dris]

Step into my shoes and wear my socks

You'll probably, sprain your shit and die of shock

Shake your head as you look at the block

Hurry up and do it quick 'fore your ass gets popped

I know niggas up in them PJ's who take your shit while you sleeping in your PJ's

Leave your crib like they won a sweepstakes

You just fell victim to a late night raid

Any day could be your last

Stray shots can rip through you and that hour glass

You got a problem, hurry up and solve them

Cause niggas bring that drama to your motherfucking momma nigga

No wages, leave the shell cases bodies on the pavement another cold case

In the city I grew up in

Low tolerance for your fuck shit

Leads to some dumb shit


[Chorus: Dris]

What you think you real with that steal

Ain't nothing realer than that cell

What you think you're large talking hard get hit with a right cross

Aight, what you can't guard nigga

No skateboard we grind everyday

Niggas out here tryna get paid

Fuck being a statistic in the system but it's tough when it feels like something's missing


[Verse 2: FastPaper]

These niggas crazy, they walk with cannons and flashing it

You can't picture how they shoot ya, rugers start blasting shit

Acting like a model fills you with hollows I must admit

They'll leave your body hollow your eyes can't follow the full clip

They start to zoom in, on your family till no others exist

Then zoom out, when the cops come about to do their shit

And I feel like 5 O starts to give less of a shit

When the victim that goes missing is of colored descent

Now hold up, in art class I learned that black is not a color

So why the fuck you call us colored you contradicting ass fuckers

Ya laugh behind my back but to my face act like it's butter

Ain't shit smooth, I peeped you, fuck you now pass the rubbers

So that I can fold my money and hide it under my covers

I'm taking all that's ours and rushing it in to tuck her

Act up off the goose like its a game and I'll duck ya

The last one standing out a circle full of suckers


[Chorus: FastPaper]


[Verse 3: FastPaper]

Ayo this shit ain't right

Watch your step like the floors wet, these sets keep you on check for scuffing up their Nike's

My flow's wet, and you on thin ice so if you try to act big you might lose your life

You're frozen

And I feel like I've been choosen

Since the day my brother told me to keep my eyes open

You can try to stack your chips but can't poke him

His hearts to big not even Texas can hold him, I fold them

Feel like they try to keep us stuck in the hood, but I was always into crewneck sweaters

I pictured life better

Some niggas get framed for doing crimes that they never

To all my niggas thats forced to hustle, keep your head up

Dealing with the daily crumbs to try to get they bread up

Dodging these fucking feds just gets a nigga fed up

They don't let a nigga breath I need a pseudoephed's

Clear my passages

Like you congested


[Chorus]