[bad word] 

These cold days got me in a physical rage 
It’s like that from the Stat where I live at 
Walking through the dark path of this invisible maze 
My life ain’t rosy but I roll with it

These cold days got me in a physical rage 
It’s like that from the Stat where I live at 
Walking through the dark path of this invisible maze 
My life ain’t rosy but I roll with it 

[Verse 1]

I didn’t choose this life, this life chose me 
I don’t owe the game, the game owes me 
I might know you but you don’t know me 
My OG see things you don’t see  [bad word]  money, and murder on the TV 
It’s easy to put out a [bad word] CD 
And poison the people’s minds for GP 
Destroying what we designed in 3D 
Everybody’s yelling recession but I’m selling some weapons 
That’ll help you get by without stressing 
Answer one question, you ain’t gotta lie 
Are you really willing to die to get by? 
Going through mad [bad word] trying to keep my head high [bad word] to you live from the middle of Bed-Stuy 
Where it’s do-or-die homicides and suicides  [bad word]  [bad word]  money, lies, baby you could decide 
I had to do it every day son I couldn’t hide 
I couldn’t cry but I slipped up a couple times 
Puffing a dime so high we hustled and grind  [bad word] a crew it was just me, my cousin, and I 
We’d catch a couple of vics, swell a couple of eyes 
Take a [bad word] lunch money then order a pie 
Meet up in the morning at the corner at nine 
Then party and [bad word] till a quarter to five
 [bad word] 

[Verse 2]

Yo in this [bad word] you gotta have street smarts 
That’s why we pack metal things for those with sheep hearts 
Deep darks aren’t fragmented on these glaciers of ice 
Like an abused pitbull I was ready to be nothing nice 
Alcohol vice, grim slip into a trance 
Shoulder chip getting worse, disperse bullets over a glance 
[bad word] romance, no Christian Slater 
Denounce myself as a Christian, I’m a vicious hater 
No fictitious saviour is a neighbour of mine 
Blue collar scholar with a martyr I dine 
Cheap wine, whiskey and beer 
Dilemma of a scumbag, I’m the apprentice of fear 
Warfare engineer, a ? of ?  [bad word] a knife, I got an axe to cut the tension 
I’m the one they mention as a henchman of rap 
So you rhyming is like giving Kool Herc a slap
 [bad word] 

[Verse 3]

In the jungle where alley cats and rowdy rats 
We probably at playgrounds where they stash the dead bodies at 
It’s a cold world, better get your pea coat 
It’s hard to see hope when shorty on their knees like they feeble 
Giving deep throat so she can release dope 
Into her veins, part of the game in the streets though 
All that we know, shoot to kill first 
So [bad word] an ill verse, I still see my [bad word] Millhurst 
I see his mom grabbing at the casket 
Later that night we riding deep blasting at them [bad word] 
It’s a cycle of madness, I still think [bad word] for me 
So [bad word] the cops, the judge, and the jury cause they ain’t did nothing for me 
When I was young I’d roll a blunt and [bad word] a forty 
Just to escape the scene of the crime cause it was gory 
You rappers corny, there’s nothing to glorify 
I’m horrified by how many brothers left before their time 
And they all speak through me 
That’s why I’ll always speak [bad word]  [bad word]