Dirt

[Prodigy] Call it how it is - according to the facts If rap was prison our shit would be the Supermax No sunshine, just dark skies Nothing but dark thoughts going through my mind I got bad blood, mad love only for the team though Everyone one of us is the shooter, now where the beef go I ain't seen none of these niggas and we out here Wanna be celebrity thugs a lot of mouth, yeah Oh my god we could not be fucked with Real shit look at our life all in the public We under the microscope they all watching us We have no choice but to keep it trill they sizing us And if they wasn't god, always pay attention don't he I couldn't live with myself being phony Look, if life was a game then I guess we winning Cuz this life we made for ourselves is bitching [Havoc] Didn't want to do it but the voices tug and pullin' On my eardrums something that I knew I shouldn't Got me wildin with the ratchet out like shit is legal Looking for a victim put 'em in the fetal Fuck is going on? when it's on I know it's on But shit not really popping and I'm looking for a war Looking out my window pointing shit at police To make matters worse I'm sipping on some OE Shit got me buzzing, I'm already bugging though With mad [???] bottles that I drank about a month ago Fuck is on my mind? I'm feeling bipolar Plus paranoid looking over both shoulders I woke up with blood on my hands Fuck I do this time? now a nigga scared Fuck, I'll probably get the fucking chair Grab my fucking gun, a few clothes son I'm outta here