[Chorus: Leathafase (Autumn Rue)] I gotta keep it real... for my peeps, it's my destiny (My life, my life, my life, my life) I gotta squeeze the steel.. in the streets, you won't get the best of me Uh-huh, I ain't never gon' stop... never
[Leathafase] Yo, why this life have to be like this? I hang with the righteous And bang with a tight fist gripped on the handle Samples of my product, got fiends lurkin' the block For them teens murkin' them cops, the death penalty's at stake Shakes scrapped off of porcelein plate, to the last grain Never make the mistake of givin' my last name To a woman who blames me for all the problems in her life I play the Wheel of Fortune, spinnin' revolvers on my life My life, is similar to a shooting range, but I'm aimed the target And everybody's takin' shots at me I pull a vow, but you was love, but I'm not happy Ask me what motivates me, I'll tell you my baby son
Now it's back to the slums, where about 80 tons of bricks Creative a building where I stack my chips Flip, eject and keep squeezing, to the heat recordings You disrespected, now you fertiziled trees deep in the soil
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[INF-Black] Still in the same struggle, many pieces'll make up bundles Like a jungle, make me wonder sometimes, still gotta hustle On my grind, seen some furious eyes, some went blind In the midst of the sunlight, it's like I'm stuck in the times Hope for better days, gotta get mines, get out this cage Full of rage all my life, now I express it on stage Relieve the tension over mics, in the whole first page My deepest feelings hide inside but always show up on my face A young youth behind the cage, now I'm growin' a fast pace As I notice, and unfolded the years start to age Reality'll hit you like a hand held grenade Give thanks to my Earth, she knew when she made official Birth of her first son, young gun, .38 Special For my daughter, now, I gotta think before I use the pistol Wait in temple with today's plan, for tomorrow's issues Wanna see me in the can? I'm too righteous in the mental
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[Leathafase] You're never gonna make it in this rap game My baby mamma cries out, as I'm jiving in the crack game Swimmin' in fat chains, strapped with the dame Backstrokin' to the blames of corruption I'm sucked in the whirlpool of gus bustin' and drug hustlin' Not for nothin', I need a lifeguard to save me from drowin' I'm down with men, murderers, who murder murderers And serve customers with that all night service Purchase burners at retail, I'm tryin' balance the scale The streets say the frail shall be conquered by the prodigal Knowledge and Hennessey, got my brains in a frenzy Is sellin' cocaine my destiny, or the best of me? Secret recipe for my music, I create thunder that shatters The frame, on your H2 Hummer I'm a gunner at heart, it's in my blood, I live it up If I could trade this crime life for the music, I'll give it up, what
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Never gonna stop, never gonna stop, never gonna stop - repeated to end
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