Above Average Music Group - Run from lyrics

[Verse 1: Amp] Run from that trap, might get caught up in a trap Prison is my vision, most n***as die over division Now listen, getting right, gettin straight is my only mission God help me please, I pray and hope He gets my petition Section of affection, why care 'bout the color of my complexion Born from the game, but I'm Slaved to these Streets Tightening up them cleats, s** for money, she chained to sheets She don't know she don't have to do that, don't go back Run from pain, DaQuan's dead, now I'll never be the same Me and that girl ain't work out, now I'll never be the same Broke my heart and I thought I was really in her kart But I think the store closed, hood life to the suicide doors Black against white, why the f** we gotta use that angle These streets made me a k**er, like a Bengal I'm speakin and talking real sh** in this motherf**in single Police with the heat and listen I don't mean a fever Look bruh, I don't wanna shoot, deal or k** either But we got the thug in us, streets turn weak, there no trust Can't trust feds, the reason I flip dimes, is to feed the kids The reason I rap is cause of n***as like me, you don't like me? Because my words are so f**in blunt, how many life's I touch That all I really care about, so why don't you go ahead and hush Life's s**, life's not fair, look to the government but they don't care They say they protect and serve, you see it... like where I don't see it anywhere, sell d**, get dough; life ain't fair Eric to Mike, black coon in a hoodie Trayvon, who goin save us Been goin on for too long, ain't sayin that racism is as strong But damn when is a cop convicted?, and George did it They know blacks are goin die young, they wanna finish it Start a riot, hey Problem where you at, all this sh** made us mad Tear the city up, protest 'til you laugh, anger among all blacks' Damn motherf**as, tear at this world 'til it get cracks We fed up with this bullsh**, so f** with us we'll attack [Bridge:Amp] f** it man, been to much... but I'm tried of complaining because alot of other people have it worse then me... but it doesn't matter I still run from it... I mean who doesn't..... [Verse 2: Amp] You young at first, then you old, then you back to the earth The streets made me a k**er, blood all over my shirt Say your dawg is a trustworthy n***a, better make damn sure Cause his face could be the last thing before your vision starts to blur Reoccur, dogs goin bark, pussies goin purr, trap n***as poor Money is what we getting k**ed for, but we askin for more Complaining, when people in other places have nothing to eat They would ask U.S. for something, but they're too weak, can't speak And this on true love everyone seeks, God only one that see's All, facefall, tryna answer the call, can't do that behind bars Tryna be there for my son, his birth is supposed be special Give me some credit, my parnets cut from the pic, no edit That hood is that movie scene, glad I made it out of that setting Rappers selfish, What the f**?, you always getting and spending Pause it for?, Rappers hid behind a fashion closet door Sayin I rock Versace doe, why should I give a f** doe Got n***as in the ground, the others f**ing locked up doe So why should I give a f** 'bout you, f** it , I'll shoot Love, R.I.P DaQuan, them k**as know they did you wrong That's why I hope they died slow, one mistake your gone We are not playas of this game man, we just pawns Shootin 'til dawn, too many d**hs, police can't keep up And get this motherf**as, I ain't tellin you what I saw Triple-beam, off-set and there's a damn line, better not cross it And my f**in city g**ns to the extreme, don't care what the law says Shoutout to the 36 Mafia, your n***as so fake I just laugh at y'all Think the government goin do something, they rather k** the lot of y'all I want real hittas, so why should I be callin y'all, I ain't callin y'all Pick out your coffin bruh, forreal Double AMG there ain't no stoppin us And them feds they wanting us, locked me up but still ain't no stopping us Cops don't give a f** 'bout us, Guess What; We don't really give a f**