They say it's never rains
In Southern California
But when you from a state
Where it's always snowin'
You tend to not believe the
Things that people tell you
Shit that I done seen please
Believe they gon' fail you
In your time of dire needs street
Dreams they gon' sell you
Take you to a place where
Can't nobody gon' help you
Or run to your rescue
I give respect where it's due
You, you only gonna do what I let you
Nigga don't let me catch you
With this Drew Bledsoe and I look at you
Reaching for a gun you can't get to
Beat you to the stash
It don't matter what he grab when I flash
You can have drum on your pistol
Or a pack of machines stuffed
Full of SCUD missiles
With extended magazines niggas gon'
Get they issue
By any means, shit, we more than official
Put you out of your misery
Have a morgue and it

Who do you believe in? (Me or them?)
Cause looks can be deceiving (So think again)
And I done been deceived
So it's a lot of things that
Don't sit right with me
So be easy (cool my dude)
Who do you believe in? (Me or them?)
Cause looks can be deceiving (When you me)
And by the looks of things this
Shit ain't what it seems nigga
Just give me a reason

Bullets holes in Momma whip
7 chrome in my momma couch
Watching the way I'm walking before they
Run in my momma house
Baby bro with the problems
I promise he'll never talk it out
Grammar school I draw on the lines
Was born to chalk them out
5-0's from the G-Unit in the raid van
But I seen through it
Got a deuce 5 in the Skate House
That was 10th grade back in 09'
Got a 45 soon as Nitty died
On the North side banging 65
I don't give passes
Back back and shit bag I'm shit drastic
Piss-poor so I skip classes
Still got on them Jays though
No problem nigga, i pop a nigga to get the
Shit that he paid for
Brown bandana sitting on my face
I'm a Yannc ho
Got a black bitch from Bompton
Down to spank hoes
Never hit the court room stand
With that Drake flow
Trying to get that Drake dough
Living where he started at
Eight ain't got no hammer just blam
'em ain't gotta cock it back boy

After the first time it's pretty
Much a piece of cake
So if you ain't 'bout this life
You probably can't relate to it
If you were silver spoon fed back in '88
I had to eat with my
Hands out of paper plates
Made my great escape
Satan's greatest trick was convincing the
World that he didn't exist
So meet the man out the myth
The devil in the flesh hell block
Drugs zone seven six Detroit Michigan
We the new Bangladesh
The source and the fear
I need a new weigh connect (trey six)
To give em to me for the two way
But of course that depends on
If you make it back
? have you ever perhaps been in a
Trap so hot you couldn't relax?
Sweatin' bullets, hunnit shots in a TEC
Gotta crook in my neck and
It ain't no lookin' back

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Writer(s): Alan Maman, James Jones, Vincent Staples