good youtes walk amongst evil

Singer:kano

live and direct from the belly of the beast

where we pour out henny for deceased

numbers don't lie

give a penny for the guy

but they won't give a penny to the streets

mele

gun

repeat

their limits are machines

when they should've been revellin' their teens

where privileged kids got a semi in their jeans

these kids got a semi in their jeans

mad to believe

this is what our streets have come to

warfare with nowhere to run to

but all this feds can't stop lovin' you

that's why i stay with a quick 16 on me

nobody can take these 16's from me

make my paper and tuck that properly

pay my taxes and fuck those bobby's

trust nobody

i ain't meeting no suits in lobbies

i ain't smoking no zoots with donny

i ain't handing that man no brollies

when i rain on all of these wally's

bare bodies

you could have a bear's body

don't dare cross me

life of a lyricist in the times that we're living in

gotta speak mind of the bigger things

shine is irrelevant

the grind is imperative

gotta put pride over millions

stride what the vision is

never lie to the listeners

no hype on the innocent

and when the pie is a billion

slice it and divvy it

that's my life in lyrics

pile up figures

work so hard

we're dying for a living

for clothes and the cars

welcome to my city

sing it loud

word to the brother brown

better know i'm black and i'm proud

if we're talking 'bout p's better know i'm mashing it down

without bagging ounce

rappers always thinking that the top looks better down

but the top looks better crowned

kings and queens of this shit

mensa moves sir for reading her this

good youtes walk amongst evil and win

man lights up a regis on him

better squeeze one from him

squeeze one again

squeeze one for ace

squeeze one for stormin

soldiers that sing with the pen

real spitters like us bleed through the ink

man lack guidance

man hurt my man

just now run up on my man

point on dialogue

just backed out and start firing

the ends is wylin'

the feds try silence

but we ain't shucking and jiving

master of ceremonies

if it wasn't for the mic of the miccy's

man would have really sold keys

cah man though melanie knows and man know hella tony's

we only respect that man if he never told on a cody

the ends so sticky

on my nan's road

they fire four fizzy's

one day she opened the door

to empty shells on the floor

welcome to my city

black tie

trouser crease

another funeral

another rest in peace

another judge gives out 20

welcome to my city

now the brothers moving so divided

we used to link up at mcd's

alie reg?

pie and ice cream

convoy to ray's without no licence

i flow the nicest

light up mic

they wind down

five tens but i digress

slave to my morals

but when you got no faith in the system

hungry today

fuck tomorrow

why would you listen to bigger my amg and not 180 g's

raise some hell

buy some ysl

do for self

welcome to my city man

east side shit

the shit we go through every single day

and to the ones knee deep in it

i can't blame you for this shit

the games fucking rigged

but something's gotta give

'cause

what the fuck happened to newton man?

we gotta rewrite the ending to this shit

it's too many lives now

too many lives now man

well lets talk about it

lets talk about it