Tableek - The Loop (Featuring Sadat X and Stan Illa) lyrics

[Verse 1: Sadat X] Thug out f** around pull the rug out Drink n***a pull the jugg out, handle the liqour though The end will come quicker yo The muzzle guzzles and drinks blood The east est character whole Side of head was swool from the impact I heard the crack the calico was heavy Fired out the chevy as it screeched off Dude reached off into the heavens Seen the bottom, of his 11's Man down can't stand down the steel Ain't no appeal when that box get closed No money or hoes is comin with you When that thing come and get you Yeah that shoe fit you thats the catch Throwin dirt down the hatch Soon forgotten, bone turned rotten Gots man is plottin you an after thought- caught Blood sport what the f** you thought Real n***as can't be store bought Chorus Born alone die alone, no matter where you roam Born alone die alone, no matter where you roam Born alone die alone no matter where you roam, I need a new n***a [Verse 2: Stan Illa] To be conscious is the last real trial of the new age Wolves baboons lions roam around the concrete stages He ain't look up the car muffled his shotgun Babies outside no coats wind blows and they snots run Esoteric knowledge that contained in these jeans No true religion was presented ever be what it seems TV lyin to your face how you believe the screen It be that mirror on the water that reflectin the beam inside Close friends died from pressure on the gas peddle And pack hit me like the shrapnel from the blast metal 4th down safety scrammblin' for some more chips Players might see the more tish if they hold slip The game salty and sweet like the corn in the kettle n***as that know the time but ain't concerned with the bezzle It be the pressure of poverty put the heat on the kettle Type pressure create a diamond on a whole other level Chorus (Repeat) [Verse 3: TABLEEK] They having a hard time To hear the heart beat Cries through the street You layin on the concrete Thoughts of being unbeatable Undefeatable Never ending was your story seem agreeable But that ain't the truth biz The truth is Your physical be gone like the space in my tooth is You want a long life Maybe a kid and wife maybe a dog with fence named picket Instead you cricket with the crabs Sick with the scabs Those be the breaks on the ave And now here you Where's the cape, the man just missed me Glad I penned my escape I guess its not your plan that the world evolve with Lifes for the living and we all are forfeit You get it, if so you live better Its not a fly style Bullet holes in your sweater Chorus (Repeat)