The Prisoner

[Verse 1] From the top I am he who had finished off everybody once I was employed Don't come fuck with the boy if you ain't 'bout pulling them toys Hell on earth and while Fox was talking 'bout Illinois Lacking noise is where families that you built we just came and destroy Ain't no family in the home that I grew up in My father had left my momma before I had knew of him That momma be in and out popping pussy right on the strip Remember that last nigga went missing, I emptied that clip Then OG gave me that tip for life when we rolled the spliff We talking 'bout generations that's born into failure and shit Only way to survive is declare & starting claiming your shit Five dudes mach five-ing down corners, can't tell us shit That's when police is present asking you 'bout the crime, I ain't see The loved ones is saying I'll change over time, I am me Brought the heat, to a fist fight and shot at his feet They gave me time and suddenly my momma remember me The gang war craving, endured the hazing, now look at me Could take on the US army that's how I'm feeling Dollars from floor to ceiling, underage drinking and drug dealing My oh my your sons might cry The sun might shine on dead bodies you see getting ready for your 9-5 What is tragedy to these bags to me? Probably die before 25, is that what the average be? So a nigga living like no tomorrow Swear we just never numb to the sorrow Just numb off the last hit Every other day we bury us away in casket Heavy underway, peep underpasses where they transmit Violence and sickness disease, get on knee I was king before nigga could even grip Motherfucker ante up, your reflection is on the knife Give a fuck what's wrong or right, I'ma make a fortune tonight You fortunate to never worry 'bout joining in the fight Prisoner's battle pray your children don't succumb to this life [Interlude] The war on delinquents all while the cities were sinking Said that it was orchestrated after losing to Lincoln Perpetual medical counts of the black on black But fuck all that, this reticle on our contract These cocaine blood stains fade on all our fossils There's a thin line between the skin and both your nostrils There's dark skies on your tour of no laws we abiding Where streets is singing, men are crumbling and the women are hiding [Verse 2] Pulled up with gin in the truck, recall the speakers where thumping Hood bubbling over the coverage of when homie went punting Dropped off the newest addition, ass fat and lips glisten It's easy when you aim the chrome at the head and change decision It's necessary whenever we finished that mission It's nothing when you push what I'm moving, swear I be rarely pursuing See fit, when I'm rolling deep with guns in the village They drawn to the shit I rock that I had robbed from the privileged She spawn at same joint that old leg was just chilling Remember her tripping over trails of the cheating and killing She said what make you better than that father of yours that left you That left her mouth, and I made sure not another word would get through We capture by slickest talking and lying off the tongue City slickers enlisting women for the beat of our drum Pity picked her from guarantee of love before she show it The vulnerability exploited and before you know it...