Stay Down (Turn on You)

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    Tired of y'all doubting me
    I'm sick and tired of this shit
    Tired of this ghetto living
    Going to school with holes in my leather denim
    Amongst serpents that spreading venom
    It's the ghetto y'all
    It's my story, with this pen I'm gon' tell it all

    Remember when I fell, a thousand feet into hell
    From da streets to da cell, they'll take what you need to prevail
    The highs and the lows, the toll it takes on ya soul
    The lies that they told got you hating ya own
    Can't sleep at night, cause they're shooting at da crib too
    Send my love to em bloods and em crips too
    Careful, this cold world gon sick you
    Parasites make my heart start to mildew
    And yes, the US government bomb women and kids too
    Coming through wit' a sick crew that bangs when they aim
    My heart yearns for a positive change
    A soldier, made for impossible terrains
    Stay down lil nigga, got da streets in a chokehold
    Stay down lil nigga, got weed by da boat load
    Cry Nation on da chain, niggas ask which set I bang
    I told em I'm too paranoid to be in a gang
    Got my eyes on niggas while watching da weed burn
    My own niggas will kill me 'cause I know da streets turn

    As I live to see, the Sun rise and the Sun goes
    Apex predator, gotta go hunt yours
    Knock knock, death's at ya front door
    Came from the ghetto, the cheese is what we came for
    You been taking what ain't yours
    Got nothing to lose cause we was raised poor
    A shot to da back, drop and roll when shots burn on you
    Best believe, they're gon' turn on you

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    Spent a mil on this rap shit, ain't made it back yet
    Show em proof, bank records, go fact check
    While dumb nigga hand in hand wit a bird, he calls her wifey
    He's well aware of the things she do nightly
    Drop her clothes, ass out, hop on da pole
    Morals low but who cares how they're getting their dough
    Some niggas treat life like they're playing scratch off
    Niggas fronted you, but you refused to drop that pack off
    Niggas temper's exploding, guns they're loading
    While you're high as a bird, too dumb to notice
    Shots ring out, if you ain't stay low you's a goner
    Now you're wishing you had a nigga like Yayo in ya corner
    Stay down lil nigga, God Son tatted on da arm
    Stay down lil nigga, respect to da don
    Got my honor, got my pride, I smile 'cause I'm God fearing
    Been on trial in em courts where we had hearings
    Thought you was careful till da feds approached you
    Ya man gave you up cause that time he won't do

    As I live to see, the Sun rise and the Sun goes
    Apex predator, gotta go hunt yours
    Knock knock, death's at ya front door
    Came from the ghetto, the cheese is what we came for
    You been taking what ain't yours
    Got nothing to lose cause we was raised poor
    A shot to da back, drop and roll when shots burn on you
    Best believe, they're gon' turn on you

    Stay down lil nigga, like Styles, Louch and Kiss
    Stay down lil nigga, if not, you know what you can kiss
    Stay down lil nigga, I'll advise
    Stay down lil nigga, it's ride or die
    Who's gon' save y'all when my knife's in ya gut and I'm poking
    Hip Hop is a bitch with her pussy wide open
    Now tell me how comes none y'all niggas ain't hard
    I'm playing chess, y'all playing cards
    Stay down lil nigga, for all da rhymes that I gave y'all
    From da ghetto to da top, either that or da graveyard
    Extensions on da clip, call it rat detergent
    Clear the perimeter of all rats and serpents
    Stay down lil nigga, thug life across da belly
    Stay down lil nigga, homage to Makaveli
    Lil homie hit my line, I told him I'll see him on da curb I'm busy
    He called back and said, you heard niggas turn on Drizzy
    I was like damn that's the way shit be
    It's cold out here in em streets, ain't shit sweet

    As I live to see, the Sun rise and the Sun goes
    Apex predator, gotta go hunt yours
    Knock knock, death's at ya front door
    Came from the ghetto, the cheese is what we came for
    You been taking what ain't yours
    Got nothing to lose cause we was raised poor
    A shot to da back, drop and roll when shots burn on you
    Best believe, they're gon' turn on you

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    Composición: R. Mitchell

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