[Verse 1: Mike Mictlan] It's all good No it ain't Cuz I'm thinking exactly the polar opposite That's just something that we gotta say when we wanna cover up And turn a bad thing positive They shooting But nobody made them look They gotta ghetto life fetish Middle cla** circus At a lower cla** zoo Quarter life conflict we all Drug war veterans Not everybody from the hood is a k**er or a dealer or a villain Everybody in the hood wanna do something better For they life and they children Anybody ever tell you different They prolly lying tryna sell you something Ain't nobody tryna hear that woofing Not a motherf**er in this world'll tell me nothing And somebody gonna play that game They say it's only for the big boys and girls But every game is really played the same You gotta play it if you wanna get a turn Hundred grand in the hand What you look at the pistol end for? Spin it, close your eyes All you hear is a click Click click click Hear no clap Feel no heat Click then [Hook] Whatchu gonna do now? Click lock shoot bang ya dead (man) got clapped Give the man a hand he might get clapped [Verse 2: Mike Mictlan] It was a cruel summer Now get ready for a cold winter Hot burners from slow dinners Fast streets Private soldiers for dough lenders Whiter the crack, the wider the white of the eyes in them And the meth venom The dope sent them down the river and through the hoods to red door clinic It's no different from inherited wealth But we only inherit the struggle that goes with it Post no bills ghosts in a shell system Scapegoats they worship the lone shepherd Willingly manipulated -- low effort But who gives a f** when you're broke, frozen in gold Somebody tell me why Abdulle got shot Was it the feds? Was it a plot? All I know is I'ma hold his spot Don't even trip young bruvv Hashmarks in the clot Last seconds on the clock Tell them to shoot for the moon But not to aim at the block Nothing about a Glock ever show me How to work a plan Claim my space Call it State Of Mind-Kurdistan [Hook]