I remember cold nights, no heat in the crib,
Mama cryin' in the dark, sayin’ “this ain't how we live.”
Big bro had the strap, I ain’t know what it did,
But I knew if he upped it, we ain’t sleepin' with pigs.

Pops dipped out — left us broke with a prayer,
We was eatin’ off stamps, roaches crawlin' on chairs.
I ain't have no bike, no kicks that was clean,
Just a chip on my shoulder and a pocket full of dreams.

I used to fake sick, couldn't take the shame,
Teacher askin’ why my shirt got bloodstains.
Had to grow too fast, never learned how to play,
Had to hustle just to eat, I was starvin’ every day. 
Used to cry in my sleep… wonderin' if we’d make it till the end of the week.

Now it’s F*CK what you heard, I was raised by the blade,
Used to stash lil grams, now we chop and parade.
Whole hood full of jackals, ain’t no love where I’m from,
You either trap or you rap, or you die by the gun.

I was skippin’ out court, I was duckin’ them raids,
I was bendin’ them blocks with a mind full of rage.
Seen a opp get dropped, broad day with a smirk,
Now his name in they mouth, but his face on a shirt.

I ain’t ask for this life, I just played what I got,
Got my heart in the dirt and my name in the plot.
Don’t compare me to them, they just rap for a check,
I done stared at the void with a knife to my neck.

I don't tweet, I don’t talk, I just move when it’s time,
If he slip, then he gone — that’s the rule of the line.
Either slide or survive, either win or you fold,
Where I’m from, all the legends either dead or got told.

I got death in my stare, got a Glock in the coat,
Used to pray for a meal, now I hunt for the smoke.
Ain’t no love in the field, just revenge and regret,
If you owe me respect, then I’m comin’ to collect.

Caught a opp at the light, left his thoughts on the dash,
We don’t aim for the legs — we put steel through the glass.
I been numb since a jit, I don’t flinch when it’s tense,
Either slide or get buried — I don’t sit on no fence.

Had to sleep with my gun, had to move like a ghost,
Ain’t no posts when it’s war — just a prayer and a toast.
Put a switch on the back, now it bark like a dog,
Let it rip through his hoodie, turn his fit to a fog.

You was raised on a gram, I was raised in the war,
Every knock on the door had me dropped to the floor.
I don’t run from the smoke, I just walk through the flames,
And I carry my losses like I carry my name.

BOTH SIDES

Riskyy