Newark Intro

By Tsu Surf

On Newark Mixtape

Released on October 30, 2015

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[Verse 1]

I wake up, pop another chill pill

Prayin' these niggas don't kill me before this deal will

I don't eat off every plate, I pay the bill still

Drove through the hood last week, niggas gettin' killed still

Just got that "why Bishop hit Steel?" feel

That starving "never had a meal, chasing a meal" feel

Little fresh, playin' daddy and chess

Thinkin' three moves ahead, premeditate before the kill feel

When you up they wanna see you down

And when you down they don't give a fuck

No random text and they ain't pickin' up

It get late and then them triggers bust

Trapped in a hole, cook it and cut it and bag it up slow

Family to feed, he really just prayin' them packages go

Cold outside, the strongest survive

Did some shit that was even wrong in my eyes


[Hook]

A place where everybody sin

And an enemy could look like a friend—Newark

A place where some crooked-ass cops

Steady runnin' around bangin'

Momma gotta be your pops—Newark

Tryin' to make somethin' out of nothin', chasin' bread

All these crabs in a bucket, they want me dead

Cane killed Abel, that ain't your brother

Mom Dukes doing her somewhere

When nanna playin' mother—Newark


[Verse 2]

Another flight leave at 10 again

Be back in a while

Another news flash, another kid gone, another Zimmerman

Speakin' of that case I said "wow"

Killed a kid in the hood and left with a smile

My homie killed a nigga in the hood and lost trial

Ain't chilled with cuz since, he still bagged right now

Can't forget him at all

One of the reasons I spit it this raw

I just ain't in court, I could be behind him

And he remindin' y'all of me with bars

We pray that we never get outta here

Your brother, your sister, your aunt, and your momma here

Snakes, rats, gorillas, sharks, apes, some llamas here

Ironic, you tryin' to live and everybody dyin' here

Old 'Kiss got me reminiscin'

Sittin' low, Swan drivin', tryin' to hit a victim

Newark proud across the chest

It's no place like home, I think Dorothy said it best


[Hook]

A place where everybody sin

And an enemy could look like a friend—Newark

A place where some crooked-ass cops

Steady runnin' around bangin'

Momma gotta be your pops—Newark

Tryin' to make somethin' out of nothin', chasin' bread

All these crabs in a bucket, they want me dead

Cane killed Abel, that ain't your brother

Mom Dukes doing her somewhere

When nanna playin' mother—Newark


[Verse 3]

Thinkin' about all the shit that I've accomplished

Still feel unaccomplished

Got the Batman fans watchin', told them I got them

If this don't work it's back to robbin'

Just tryin' to fill the freezer, me and my accomplice

Won't starve again, I promise

Them choppers still down in the basement

Timberlands still on the pavement

Past done flashed in my brain in pain, I try to erase it

Memories that only haunt me in my dreams

I still taste my own blood, I still hear them screams

Grandma texts me she proud but I curse too much

Wanted to text her back "you church too much"

Whatever that mean, just tryin' to do this rap thing

She pray for me more than I do, so you know what that means

Means she probably right, shit, I could die tonight

Slippin' alone, no strap, no homie that's gone ride in sight

They say, "You wanna get to Heaven, gotta go through Hell first."

So this for that lil nigga that wanna eat but gotta make a sale first

Wasn't good with math class, but he know how that scale work

Never went to Disney, well, he'll probably go to jail first

For shorty who got pregnant by a lame

She tryin' to be a mother, he out tryin' to get stained

Outside it gets so fuckin' cold

Only could try and stay warm when it's your fuckin' home

Outside it gets so fuckin' cold

Only could try and stay warm when it's your fuckin' home


[Hook]

A place where everybody sin

And an enemy could look like a friend—Newark

A place where some crooked-ass cops

Steady runnin' around bangin'

Momma gotta be your pops—Newark

Tryin' to make somethin' out of nothin', chasin' bread

All these crabs in a bucket, they want me dead

Cane killed Abel, that ain't your brother

Mom Dukes doing her somewhere

When nanna playin' mother—Newark