NineteenEighty7

[Verse 1: Stalley] Midwest nigga in the West Red Corvette speeding down sunset Ski mask, black Tec pulling through the set Gang signs and palm trees, bomb weed and becks Mentality complex, conscious but get vexed Over gangster instrumentals, instrumental to the rap game Yeah the aim simple, target the lame and stay in the lane As I dip through the ghetto with metal rings and coke gets peddled The sun gon' shine 'em all after the smoke settles My mom's blood levels is high Her son high ridin' 'round with the devils so she pray to Allah Hoping the demons gon' let go I hustle for these C-notes, tuck drugs in my pea coat Dipping from the RICO watching people through the peephole A wolf in sheep's clothes, hear no evil and I speak no Word to dangerous minds, spend no time with a weak soul Spiritual and lethal a deadly combination Pulling on the joint trying not to break my concentration They say the game is locked, I'm tryna bust the combination They want me to tell the story but I ain't for the conversation So I'm contemplating, quit this rap ish or be blatant And they all hating so I might just well stop faking Like, I'm like them or I like them while I'm riding around with it I guess I'mma pipe 'em Murder one man down, I'm the man hands down Ain't nobody like him, that's why I'm this way It's me against this world and I'm down for the play [Hook: Schoolboy Q] Had the banger with 30 shots, nigga at 19 Had them cookies [?] more fiends Had a dream at 26, get it by all means 2013 green Couple O's, couple K's, couple Glocks Bodies lay, [?] couple yawks [Verse 2: Stalley] A lot of homicide, Chevy slide on Pirellis Full fur diamond blur, a young Jim Kelly Million dollar phone calls on a black celly Black power trying to escape Jack Bauer and the Federales Rally stripe Monte '03 going back to Cali in my dopemans Starch tan khakis and my Raybans Fly gangster, dirty niggas hate him Fly chicks wanna date him cause I stay gold Rubberband bankroll, load the Mac 11, let's roll! We gotta take mo', they got me on my mobbing ish '99 stick-up kids, niggas came to rob So lay down or get hit with these metal sticks My niggas chop ten and shave bricks tryna escape Satan and housing bricks So for freedom I'm [housing this?] Malcolm in the Middle, I'm Malcolm Little with a ink pen A long way from Malcolm-Jamal Warner living No Theo Huxtable I hustle for my living Never had to fit in in the survival of the fittest A hustler told me if you riding, then you get in No time to be a scary nigga today If you out in these streets, you gotta be down for the play [Hook]