Wilson Nelles - Rats and the city lyrics

Hook: Ever since i Was a youngin I couldn't believe In my mamas income So i went out x 2 Verse 1: Yeah come out around 7 at night Dirty rat got No money Wanted what i wanted Cause i dont got it If i had a pistol Probably would've Shot it Went inside Dollar tree Saw only Things i want In front of willy Say hi and go Too the back Black jacket With a Pocket Inside ready Hands Going Shaky trying Too keep em Steady Cleptomaniac f**ing Sociopath Living life as If this was my Last day Stealing coffee Crisp and cap Guns all at the Price eventually To become 100 dollars in Food items And cap guns Not caught Talked to very Few people About it Verse 2: Curb levels Nobody knows Any difference Between the Streets and The ghettos Whether or not You'll be shot Or hit with a shovel Crowbarred brains Broken chains Narrow staircases Marrow of bone Crushed faces Bodies in Saskatoon Mission and Vancouver all Compiled the most Most notorius Most notorius High up on The crime rates Number 8 Mission Number 2 Vancouver Number 1 Saskatoon Full blood moon Got family From saskatche'wan f** with a Canadi'an Get more Than what your Aim'n for Verse 3: Criminal past 13 years old Wanted cash So bads So fasts I blasts Out facts Nashing these Hoops Stopping these Loops Got the groups We walked around With cap guns Backwards cap Baggy jeans Darkstar shoes We just having funs Laughing Felt like i wanting Women I was raised christian Felt like i Wanted to be sinnin New beginnings I've lived in Maple ridge Portcoquitlam And mission Spent some of My childhood in New west minister All small towns And small cities All anyone could think About is Getting lucky Acting funny Or trying to k** eachother Because of our f**ing Country I dont think ill See light of day Maybe i will Maybe i won't Thats all i gotta say Hook 2: Welcome to the Neighbourhood Welcome to what Most people consider The greater good Either way its still Suburban even if it ain't A hood x 4 Verse 4: Ye people Done think People done Stink when They're poor Done dumb Speak Only ill Mannered and Ill minded For the Weak k** hopsin For stuntin Got no Production Got no Single Function Coming out For weeks Used to be On top But now Nobody speaks His name Open flame Speak in vain I give him rain Reign my Terror Break the bread And the Mirror Nothing But no success comes Out clearer Theory is his Career is laid to rest Verse 5: Rats traveling through The sewers tunnels Scrapping to get by See green chemicals Glowing turning a Kids eyes into Radar vision And one of the Rats have better Lives Only a couple Rats do Survive Many struggle But many Parents do Provide Many huddle To dodge the Tide Leading them To the Red sea of d**h called Prison and hell In many open Religions And different regions Of the earth All sh** to sell How much percentile of the Poor give birth? How much percentile of the Human race is worth saving? None thats why we die Engrave your name on the Tombstone made with Your life insurance While shopping your Life away see only Clearance