Comrades Lyrics – The Neverending Mixtape
Singer: The Neverending Mixtape
Title: Comrades
Blood cousins doing time in the dozens
That’s why I tread lightly, got the whole block buzzing
I seen Dolph get popped at the cookie shop
I seen Pop get popped, no one took his spot
n#gg#s really dying for the disrespect
When I get a check, getting straight up out this spinning wreck
Price hike up, it seems it’s just to spite us
Wonder when the drones coming through to straight wipe us
Treated like al-Qaeda in my home state
So we keep a couple batters on the home plate
I ain’t saying Black Panthеrs are in full effect
Causе if we get a local chapter, better check your neck
f#ck jail, man the judge don’t even want bail
Get into it with Johnny, that’s a blunt tale
Y’all gon push me to hommy like I’m Mach
Never sold crack but the snowfall is back
I’m from the era where they pitch rocks off the stu
f#cking hoes in the hallway, smoking dope on the roof
n#gg#s aim for the truth, nah
Aim it at your coupe hit your medulla
With that f#cking deuce deuce
Take another bubble hit your knees muthaf#cka
Miss Elaine called the cops, they yelling freeze muthaf#cka
Me muthaf#cka? Oh please muthaf#cka
I scream off, my n#gg# Corey squeeze off three muthaf#cka
That’s five for the run, five for the gun
Five for the punch that’s fifteen muthaf#cka
I die before I let them n#gg#s box me in a cell
Did dirt amongst the soil so a n#gg# never tell
I’m from New York
Yeah we was raised in the Bronx
Surgical with the sh#t, yeah my n#gg#s raising hawks
38, fours, fives, nines, AKs beside of me
Numbers on my plate, thought a n#gg# hit the lottery
Self-reflection breeds self-correction
But caressing one’s ego skew the self perception
Complexity in the brain matter
Many facets of passive
Come correct you’ll retrain bladders
Pissing people off like the American dream
My roads ain’t golden beholden to samaritan fiends
This garrison bleeds
Soldier’s dead on the sidelines in a fight for survival
See these modern advancements retrograded to tribal
And it’s always the same sh#t, bang or get banged b#tch
Ain’t nobody give a f#ck if i’m living in anguish
Me and the streets starting to speak the same language
Cause before i pick the phone up and answer i already know
It’s 3am another life vanished
I already know they want my soul so I can’t panic
I’m already cold but I know the game is Icelandic
I just made another 10 from the stars I be dancing
Tryna get away from the booth
Cause trespassing in the trap just get me closer to you
I feel like rapping, laying tracks is only something to do
Until a n#gg# get fed up with my success and they shoot
Then it don’t matter who I am or who I was
I’m a product of the system so why should I give a f#ck My whole life all I cared about was blues so on the way down
Instead of seeing old friends and playgrounds
I’m hoping that my last shipment make it through
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