[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