DJ Wes - Cycle lyrics

[Intro] Hood on, shoot till they drop n***a We'll be waiting for you 'round the corner n***a [Verse 1] Only 12 and a half and already ducking them jabs Fighting back, just hoping that he last, he on his a** Huffing and puffing, getting tagged See what this n***a feel, would only make them n***as laugh He felt the discomfort, ain't trust them right away Saw the devil in they eyes, his homie looking straight But something was different in him, not the same from yesterday, sh** His whole demeanor changed, even his smile was strange, his childhood Never came, but dude was always gutter, he got it from his brother From his brother from his brother, brought pain onto his mother Once was elementary homies but now we attack each other sh** set love aside, took his pride, sh** he had to ride Threw on his hood and then he fired Fired and fired, fired and fired, the tires screech Spirit of up out of reach, a young n***a's swallowing yeast Trapped in the belly of the beast, sheesh [Hook] I know n***as, that k** n***as, that k** n***as, that k** n***as, that k** n***as The cycle continues, the cycle continues (k** n***a, k** n***a) [Verse 2] He only 17, his homies was his motive He only 17, his momma never noticed Too busy paying bills, tryna provide a meal Pay the rent and steal, her child live for a thrill Fulfill his n***as wishes, no more hugs and kisses No more "How you been," no more tucking in He with them other men, poppa never came So his cousin dem would pretend, imitating if they was him Got the pistol on him, loaded, loaded off of gin Feels like n***as on him, so he look for them First n***a wrong hat? Blam-blam to him Paranoia k**s, k** or be k**ed Let alone all them thugs, let alone all them d** Treat his kind like a bud, let's see how karma does Let's see how much he loves, shoot him up, shoot him up, bam-bam [Hook] [Verse 3] This n***a 21, he feel like he the man This n***a 21, his mom said be a man Love to sag his pants, pistol in his hand Feel he too advanced, him slipping out his chance Think he at his best, he hit the set he making orders Got them little n***as busting shots and flipping quarters An ounce a half double up, sh** what you order Even dimes, think with a corrupted mind Adapted to them crimes, living with regrets In order to survive, gotta get high Cautious with time, paranoia hard through his body Trying love for a hobby, you know gangsters come with kids Teaching them wasn't his EBT the corner store, he go fill up the fridge Approached by a little n***a, hoodie over his lid, looking down a barrel Of a burner tucked, aimed at his wig, let him fire, then he fire [Hook]