Elzhi - Boomerang Slang lyrics

[Hook] This is the unfinished stories of the streets, baby Don't get it twisted cause the globe already does that Live and learn, watch the Earth get a turn, 360 Boomerang, violent kid'll burn Where I live at is so cold And models that grow old Cause n***as die young and go broke! Haha Is it the way we is? Is it the way we live? How do we portray them kids? Negative! [Verse 1: Elzhi] This is the code of the streets that ain't wrote yet n***as starving, it's getting nippy Red face taking cold steps This trigger finger is itchy The other hand is sticky Robbed this n***a at gunpoint The cops bust quickly Before you know, dead Bloodshed in the snow 5-0 shot him, one nice cop, the other rotten Same cops the same night Stopped a guy for no reason Put his face against the windshield He f**ed it up while he was breathing The rotten porkchop kicked his teeth in Did it in the alleyway so nobody would see him He recovered from bleeding So the next evening when he got stopped He said "F That!" and started squeezing Bulletholes through the cops' car After firing, he heard sirens Dropped the gun, wishing he got far Got his grandmother thinking What did she do wrong Got his brother putting like the same exact suit on He wore to his boy's funeral Over c**aine, fast life, fast cars Money and gold chains He sits through the sermon While the preacher preaches The same preacher that knows the bible But don't know Jesus He takes your hard cash and hard la** In a Lexus Coupe Pipped out with a chick Busting his life out Took a long stroke The condom broke And he didn't know it Dick on the cli*oris Constantly spitting on it Where the period at? The stomach getting bigger She needs money for the child "Give it up n***a!" The dough that she takes she spend it up on drinks Puffing cigarettes while she's still pregnant She didn't know until she had the baby how bad she was affecting it Now he barely breathing, he could've been the next president [Hook] [Verse 2: Elzhi] For the karma Walking in the streets of the arma- Geddon, young cats spitting fire armour Never see sweet 16 Parents grow sour Casket in the dirt, you throw flowers Cats taking cold showers, for eyewitnessing Murders, snatching purses from senior citizens We living in the last days, the innocent Bystanders in their pathways 24 hours turn into half-days The gat stays in the thug's waist Another hard decision that the judge makes Murder was the case The streets will get you beat Like Tina Turner's face Before she fought back Stray bullets floating off track k**ing young kids, jump roping on their property Where they once lived Plus n***as ain't living properly And we gotta be These days So we hustle like old folks in cabarets Looking towards the bright side Through a cave before we caved in But the future looks dark, within a grave Like a waistband, my arms and legs stretch when I awake I thank God for it Life, it takes God for it Many led by this redhead guy With a pitchfork and two horns Lounging in a place that's too warm For my nig-get-out-of-view point I try not to do wrong But I want to be in that limo askin' for the Grey Poupon, for a change I'm sick of saving change from a coupon I'm a rhymecaster that'll do The same stuff that Ice Cube's on With a suit on, and got bread Thaw out your cold heart with hot lead It's like a coin toss Who got heads, who got tails? Which one you thinking with? It seems to me that cats would rather rest in peace instead of keeping it [Hook]