Call on Them

Do you know what it's like
With 4 kids and a wife
Yo name up in lights
Gotta a spine full of knives
Some homies up in prison
Gotta send a kyte
My mind on a flight
Got them Lofty dreams
Sometimes everything ain't always what it seems
Forget the strip forget the glitter
Paint the Vegas scene
Vegas heat Vegas streets
It's like medillin
Everybody want be Pablo Escobar
She set you up you wet her up 3 bullets to her car
3 bullets pierced her head
Over 50 g'z large she'd rather be dead than to see her kids starve
Many tears shed growing up here was hard
Taking penitentiary chances just to be a star
Have any idea the people I know that's in the graveyard
I aint talking from disorders or diseases
I'm talking hollow tip bullets drilling thru your chest region
Think u got asthma this air is hard to breathe in
They'll have you sewn up like you put ya weave in
Devil is deceiving don't trust that greedy grin
Need something to believe in besides slots & shots of gin
I call on God maybe I can talk to them

Load the 9 grab your rag mane it's time ride
The other side they did us bad mane they crossed the line
They let my bro bleed out on the mane road
Revenge is the only place I wanna go
That's what my lil homie told me bruh he so lonely
Death before dishonor live by those 3 words only
Everybody wanna be Scarface but they not Tony
This ain't a movie ain't no acting when it's time for action
They get it crackin like an applause they get to clappin
They can dissolve with the ratchet Stretch yo body like elastic
Sick of seeing young black brother's in a casket
Seen my family in a Hearst put my family in the dirt
Place they face on a shirt I'm hurt How they get mercked
I was on a search to bring the same pain to they gang
Every youngin in the hood screaming gang gang
Until they under white sheets or in the chain gang
No potential gain all we took was losses
We changed the whole aim now we all bosses
Wondering God you wanna talk to us
I wonder God you wanna talk us