Loose Lips

How do you live safely when everyone around you be mad shaky or a lady
Tryna put her loose lips on you before your 18
Taking your virginity when your practically still a baby
I don't want no pity party
I'm mainly just pointing out the struggles I actively faced daily
Oh how lovely it is in the pits
Lately, everyone's safety is at risk
The hustle goes from breaking down bricks for the profits to get new kicks
To tricks tryna shimmy their lips on multiple shady dicks in different whips
Just to get that so called fix
You got kids as young as six with sticks strapped to their hips
Really out here tryna hit licks well their parents are either dead
Drug addicts or alcoholics, talk about nasty habits
Followed by bandits, toting automatics, plotting tactics
Smoking whoever is stacking the profits
So remember lose lips sink ships
You don't want your name on them
Hollow tips
It rips your shits to bits and can even go through cribs
Knocking off lids and spilling blood on your fits down to ya timbs
You don't wanna be the one who slips and loses his life or his limbs

I know it's complicated not being educated
But at least I'm motivated to not getting incarcerated
How do you stay concentrated
When there are liquor stores on every corner keeping us intoxicated
I know it's complicated not being educated
But at least I'm motivated to not getting incarcerated
How do you stay concentrated
When there are liquor stores on every corner keeping us intoxicated

Corrupt cops roam the blocks
Looking for rocks in socks and take dogs
To sniff out secret stash spots
They be breaking locks to secure the box
Well everybody in the home be catching gunshots
That's why most hearts are colder then an icebox
And every second person has blood tone on their reeboks
Have you heard of ghetto stocks
It's making chops knowing some days you'll be stuck with flops
But when your in the zone your sure to make lots
You should try to get it off the docks
You could be one of the hot shots who gets blowjobs sitting on yachts
With twats wetter than soaking mops
But odds are you'll be stuck with them low end jobs
Eating tater tots well stirring baking soda and blow into the crackpots
Ripping off them snobs cutting it with shit watching them do the itch
Like they got chicken pox



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Writer(s): Trey Morgan
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