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Real life nigga more than rap
Young nigga grew up in the trap
Round the corner from the thug niggas
Down the street from the drug dealers
Stepping off the porch
Every day I feared for my life
Should I serve the weed or should I pitch the white
Lord why must I become this guy
To ride to live or die in the Chi
This is the murder capitol
Where niggas murder for capital
Bodies are collateral
Hope it don't happen to you
Or no nigga in yo crew
But if it do what you gon do
K a nigga
Middle of the day just spray a nigga
And now you on the run with a loaded gun cause you K'd a nigga
On the way to a pulpit just to say my nigga
That u prayed my nigga
So I guess that must make it ok my nigga
This is the field where you can probably see a homicide
Murder rate stay on the rise
Why you think we so traumatized
From a city where the mamas cry cause they sons die
Duckin when you see them bullets fly
Send a couple back to survive
Roseland nigga southside
Three blocks from king drive
Thats where I'm from
See we carry guns
Hustle hard for a few crumbs
No real money but to me it was real money
Wrappin blunts a nigga smokin mummy's
Land of the lost where the waters muddy
This is the land of the lost
Where if you caught lackin
Then yo life is the cost
So many lost
That's why I carry my cross
Survive on the B.O.S.
In the land of the lost
In the land of the lost
In the land of the lost
In the land of the lost
Survive on the B.O.S.
In the land of the lost
Young nigga grew up in the trap
Round the corner from the thug niggas
Down the street from the drug dealers
Stepping off the porch
Every day I feared for my life
Should I serve the weed or should I pitch the white
Lord why must I become this guy
To ride to live or die in the Chi
This is the murder capitol
Where niggas murder for capital
Bodies are collateral
Hope it don't happen to you
Or no nigga in yo crew
But if it do what you gon do
K a nigga
Middle of the day just spray a nigga
And now you on the run with a loaded gun cause you K'd a nigga
On the way to a pulpit just to say my nigga
That u prayed my nigga
So I guess that must make it ok my nigga
This is the field where you can probably see a homicide
Murder rate stay on the rise
Why you think we so traumatized
From a city where the mamas cry cause they sons die
Duckin when you see them bullets fly
Send a couple back to survive
Roseland nigga southside
Three blocks from king drive
Thats where I'm from
See we carry guns
Hustle hard for a few crumbs
No real money but to me it was real money
Wrappin blunts a nigga smokin mummy's
Land of the lost where the waters muddy
This is the land of the lost
Where if you caught lackin
Then yo life is the cost
So many lost
That's why I carry my cross
Survive on the B.O.S.
In the land of the lost
In the land of the lost
In the land of the lost
In the land of the lost
Survive on the B.O.S.
In the land of the lost
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Writer(s): Torrence Lamont
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