Rato Beat Production - The System lyrics

[Verse 1:Dris] Step into my shoes and wear my socks You'll probably, sprain your sh** and die of shock Shake your head as you look at the block Hurry up and do it quick 'fore your a** gets popped I know n***as up in them PJ's who take your sh** while you sleeping in your PJ's Leave your crib like they won a sweepstakes You just fell victim to a late night raid Any day could be your last Stray shots can rip through you and that hour gla** You got a problem, hurry up and solve them Cause n***as bring that drama to your motherf**ing momma n***a No wages, leave the shell cases bodies on the pavement another cold case In the city I grew up in Low tolerance for your f** sh** Leads to some dumb sh** [Chorus: Dris] What you think you real with that steal Ain't nothing realer than that cell What you think you're large talking hard get hit with a right cross Aight, what you can't guard n***a No skateboard we grind everyday n***as out here tryna get paid f** being a statistic in the system but it's tough when it feels like something's missing [Verse 2: FastPaper] These n***as crazy, they walk with cannons and flashing it You can't picture how they shoot ya, rugers start blasting sh** Acting like a model fills you with hollows I must admit They'll leave your body hollow your eyes can't follow the full clip They start to zoom in, on your family till no others exist Then zoom out, when the cops come about to do their sh** And I feel like 5 O starts to give less of a sh** When the victim that goes missing is of colored descent Now hold up, in art cla** I learned that black is not a color So why the f** you call us colored you contradicting a** f**ers Ya laugh behind my back but to my face act like it's bu*ter Ain't sh** smooth, I peeped you, f** you now pa** the rubbers So that I can fold my money and hide it under my covers I'm taking all that's ours and rushing it in to tuck her Act up off the goose like its a game and I'll duck ya The last one standing out a circle full of s**ers [Chorus: FastPaper] [Verse 3: FastPaper] Ayo this sh** ain't right Watch your step like the floors wet, these sets keep you on check for scuffing up their Nike's My flow's wet, and you on thin ice so if you try to act big you might lose your life You're frozen And I feel like I've been choosen Since the day my brother told me to keep my eyes open You can try to stack your chips but can't poke him His hearts to big not even Texas can hold him, I fold them Feel like they try to keep us stuck in the hood, but I was always into crewneck sweaters I pictured life better Some n***as get framed for doing crimes that they never To all my n***as thats forced to hustle, keep your head up Dealing with the daily crumbs to try to get they bread up Dodging these f**ing feds just gets a n***a fed up They don't let a n***a breath I need a pseudoephed's Clear my pa**ages Like you congested [Chorus]