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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 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 SongtexteWhen nanna playin' mother—Newark 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 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 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 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 Aus Songtexte Mania