Hood Politics

Lost on these streets in the East
Mentally, I think they finished me because I'm weak
Stuck in this cycle where I live off Malt Liquor
My vices can kill me because I got a spotted liver
Considered, goin off to prison for a life long bid
I pressed pause on the gang bangin, stuck in my head
Because my morals start to drop, and if I get shot
My homies might know my killer, start to give him props
Now the cops start fuck wit me, I'm almost off paper
My heart still has layers for now, I'll fix it later
I got the respect that I needed, my adolescence
Was hectic, now these other niggas feel my presence
I'll politic for days with the best of the best
I might take it to grave but never get it off my chest
My soul feels cold, you might know Alex Snow
But Bishop lookin different, now just keep it on the low
And I know

I creep and I Crawl repeated
I got some niggas that come from the Mid, I got some homies posted up in the East
I got my niggas all across the muthafuckin city
Some won't ever make it out of the streets

Pistol packin, you imagine all the shit I did
Can't make excuses to God cause i was just a kid
The park was my safe haven, sippin on my
E&J
I gave my best efforts, but who are we to say
We should've lived different, I hit a lick for pension
Phone with no camera, I never need attention
But the police only know my name cause people love to speak
On actions in the streets, so once again we meet
At the transit, my hands get tired from all the fades
But it's my job, hit my bitches house, I'm gettin laid
She lives in a hood on the West I never go to
It's easy coming up in the city when no one knows you
Sitting on the 302, so if I so choose to use
My pistol in a violent way, then they won't know the clues
But stitch lips always prevail, now I'm in hell
Tryna get my rap career or spend life in jail

I creep and I Crawl repeated
I got some niggas that come from the Mid, I got some homies posted up in the East
I got my niggas all across the muthafuckin city
Some won't ever make it out of the streets