Grief pedigree
(Yo this sh** gon' be live man?)
Yeah it better be
Never at ease, no downtime
Y'all n***as sound fine
[Verse 1: Ka]
I admit, not from environment to let a child flourish
In the street, slim physique, wild courage
5 deep tryna eat lookin malnourished
Give what you now cherish or thou perish
Attack yours, like pack dogs with black pores
Emerged when we was getting served by crack who*es
Jakes chase us into vacants with the trap doors
Where we altered the shotguns with hacksaws
In the frozen ghetto our clothes disheveled
Either you a stick up kid or chose to peddle
I'm so honest show promise when I'm rhyming
I might've been but my first vitamin was iron
I sailed right into sales, buying and supplying
Burner and fishscale, dying to start frying
I get it where they grow it, grip it when it's loaded
Script it like a poet cause I live it and I know it
[Hook]
We, never at ease no downtime
I'm sick with it, y'all n***as sound fine
From where it's hard, a man stressin
Either starve or pull a transgression
Waltz up with the nina, no dance lesson
Pumped heavy on the bench so you can't press him
We, never at ease no downtime
I'm sick with it, y'all n***as sound fine
[Verse 2: Ka]
Pops used to run the land, was a haunted man
Showed me a .44 before Son of Sam
No high-fives, everything underhand
Grit poor, big score was a hundred grand
Pitch till you rich, that's my cousin plan
He saw a light, all night the oven ran
Drug indictment, the excitement when he cut a gram
Move hasty, must've been tasty as bu*tered yam
That's word. Can't curve once we gutta fam
Gun handles'll take money in rubber bands
Spin foes out windows then the shutter slam
I'm a Fresh Fest, n***a you a Summer Jam
Trust, I'm the hustle, you the running man
A respected shepherd, you another lamb
Don't speak, pull the heat, n***as understand
(Word to my mother) n***as understand
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Ka]
I go back when City was really thug
Cops loco, choke holds, billy clubs
They box, but stray shots'll spill your blood
Gray tops, every block's filled with d**
Ha**led by the Law but we adapted to the raw
In the city eating till the apple was a core
Lived the cinema, rapping was the score
We called it "work" cuz packaging was a chore
...n***as numb to sh**
Getting capital and if tackled it's the same punishment
[Hook]