Fight or Flight (DJ Clyde 3 Beat Blend)
My momma used to say, "Never quit, baby that just don't exist!"
And just cause she'll suck ya *****, don't mean you could trust the *****!
I'm just giving you the real
Cause I don't come from Hollywood or Beverly Hills
I'm from where mothers don't care and babies get killed
Where you gotta rob and go steal for stomachs to fill
And it's hard for a young, black ***** like myself
Where the police compare oneself with everybody else
So that means if you yourself they think you're everybody else
So I don't care 'bout no one else
Just my family and myself
Yeah, that's just my way of thinkin'
In my city and it helps cause no one gives a *****
About me, you, or nobody else
And it's cool
I'm still livin' over East
We still chillin', sippin' lean
Smokin' swishas, stackin' hunnits to the ceilin'
We still winnin'
We just fightin' to survive
It's a shame I gotta ride with this nina on my side
They used to say...
Rings and watches, kings deposites
Chains that seemed preposterous
Gettin' paper never seemed monotonous
Time is money, the streets is watchin' like a scene from Clockers
Fiends is nauseous, chicken wings they gossip
*****s wings is tied up in dreams and product
The block gets hotter when the streets is dried up
We react like shottas when *****s is fired up
On some James Brown *****t, I'mma take you higher
To stay live *****s still livin' like The Wire
A tight rope so they steppin' on that white ****
I ride with my *****s cause that's the cycle
Suppliers, buyers, leaning like they biased
This is circus, *****s and broads wearin' wires
The eye of the tiger in my iris
Eyes on the prize, I'm a fighter
Me and my pops shared the same home phone number
Called us "single parent home", sorry, wrong number
I did my push ups, and my homework, and my house work
And my dirt, talk back until my mouth hurt
Daddy furious, Trey hopped in the car though, close the car door
Wonderin' why our father God couldn't spare Rod for
Spoiler alert, Trey get out the car and walk home with his heart broke
My poppa love me, ops left me
Stains fed me, and they dressed me
Come home freshly dressed and he addressed me
And he pressed me
Called me a thief, called me a boy, called me a coward
At least he ain't call me from county with an hour worth of advice from my 5 day
Why Doughboy couldn't have the same pops that he had on Friday?
I'd rather be a real man than a real *****, real talk
Fight or Flight (DJ Clyde 3 Beat Blend)LRC歌词
[00:00.30]My momma used to say, "Never quit, baby that just don't exist!"
[00:03.60]And just cause she'll suck ya *****, don't mean you could trust the *****!
[00:06.37]I'm just giving you the real
[00:08.93]Cause I don't come from Hollywood or Beverly Hills
[00:11.78]I'm from where mothers don't care and babies get killed
[00:14.52]Where you gotta rob and go steal for stomachs to fill
[00:17.11]And it's hard for a young, black ***** like myself
[00:20.19]Where the police compare oneself with everybody else
[00:23.17]So that means if you yourself they think you're everybody else
[00:25.91]So I don't care 'bout no one else
[00:27.42]Just my family and myself
[00:28.73]Yeah, that's just my way of thinkin'
[00:30.17]In my city and it helps cause no one gives a *****
[00:32.47]About me, you, or nobody else
[00:34.27]And it's cool
[00:35.29]I'm still livin' over East
[00:36.41]We still chillin', sippin' lean
[00:37.61]Smokin' swishas, stackin' hunnits to the ceilin'
[00:39.78]We still winnin'
[00:40.90]We just fightin' to survive
[00:42.65]It's a shame I gotta ride with this nina on my side
[00:45.21]They used to say...
[00:46.96]
[00:47.30]Rings and watches, kings deposites
[00:48.32]Chains that seemed preposterous
[00:50.25]Gettin' paper never seemed monotonous
[00:52.61]Time is money, the streets is watchin' like a scene from Clockers
[00:56.63]Fiends is nauseous, chicken wings they gossip
[00:59.53]*****s wings is tied up in dreams and product
[01:02.24]The block gets hotter when the streets is dried up
[01:04.96]We react like shottas when *****s is fired up
[01:07.65]On some James Brown *****t, I'mma take you higher
[01:10.81]To stay live *****s still livin' like The Wire
[01:13.40]A tight rope so they steppin' on that white ****
[01:16.22]I ride with my *****s cause that's the cycle
[01:19.15]Suppliers, buyers, leaning like they biased
[01:21.91]This is circus, *****s and broads wearin' wires
[01:24.71]The eye of the tiger in my iris
[01:27.56]Eyes on the prize, I'm a fighter
[01:29.93]
[01:30.25]Me and my pops shared the same home phone number
[01:33.96]Called us "single parent home", sorry, wrong number
[01:36.41]I did my push ups, and my homework, and my house work
[01:39.10]And my dirt, talk back until my mouth hurt
[01:42.06]Daddy furious, Trey hopped in the car though, close the car door
[01:46.10]Wonderin' why our father God couldn't spare Rod for
[01:48.93]Spoiler alert, Trey get out the car and walk home with his heart broke
[01:52.79]My poppa love me, ops left me
[01:55.82]Stains fed me, and they dressed me
[01:58.75]Come home freshly dressed and he addressed me
[02:01.36]And he pressed me
[02:02.72]Called me a thief, called me a boy, called me a coward
[02:06.17]At least he ain't call me from county with an hour worth of advice from my 5 day
[02:10.58]Why Doughboy couldn't have the same pops that he had on Friday?
[02:13.40]I'd rather be a real man than a real *****, real talk
