YaBoi LoCo - False Ambitions (feat. Mickey Factz & Harmonei)

We be up late night
Hustle on the east side
Sell my body for Bacardi and a free ride
I gotta survive yeah yeah
Risking my life to make a dime like
Getting my fix will set the vibe right
Couldn't do this in my right mind
It ain't right it's a fight it our life
Summer days summer nights
Something isn't right
It's like everyday during summer
Somebody lose they life
A young man with ambition
Want designers and the riches
So he rockin a vest with a tech nine
For competition but
Do he really know what
Could be if he just grow up
Believing he got no luck
He gets them packs
And he gone blow up
Submersed in the culture
Surrounded by them vultures
Cause ya homies be ya homies
Till ya fallin non disclosure
A few years in the pen
Who dare grab a pen
And tell the homie that you love em
And how his son is getting big
So he like fuck the system
Hit the streets back in rhythm
Put some heat up in the snitches
But did he see the bigger picture
Retaliation is a must
They waiting by the bus stop
He barely heard them gunshots
But you know he saw his son drop
He was only 10 his life end from a rifle
No time for crying pops get the iron Repeat the cycle
We be up late night
Hustle on the east side
Sell my body for Bacardi and a free ride
I gotta survive yeah yeah
Risking my life to make a dime like
Getting my fix will set the vibe right
Couldn't do this in my right mind
It ain't right it's a fight it our life
Look I had family in the streets
They moving weight
Some of them got locked up
Traveling through the states
I would see em through the gates Wanted to be like em
But I didn't choose a fate
Rather right rhymes to the bass
You could say I was a watcher
The corners had the hoarders
And the plotters man
Slaughters was reported
By the coppers and daughters
Selling organs to the shoppers
I seen so much horror it's obnoxious Fathers couldn't stop it
Letters to kin
Every sentence from the pen
Meant more than a sentence to the pen
Learned a lesson
From the message full of sin
Look it's a blessing
That the pressure wasn't him
Meaning me
Didn't get into drugs or a B & E
I was busy writing raps
In the factory like C & C
Shout to my cousins who hustled
To get the easy fee
I pray that the kids don't grow up
And do it repeatedly factz
We be up late night
Hustle on the east side
Sell my body for Bacardi and a free ride
I gotta survive yeah yeah
Risking my life to make a dime like
Getting my fix will set the vibe right
Couldn't do this in my right mind
It ain't right it's a fight it our life

Written by:
Christopher Aguiar

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