Uy Scutii - COLD REALITY

I grew up on streets that be lit up by computer screens
Where I'm from, this a place u stop dreaming
When you hit ya teens
Every week a another body dropping
Shit start feel like this routine
I might not make it to tomorrow yeah
This a cold reality
Where I'm from you really hustle
Or you turn into or a athlete
Was 13 hanging wit killers
Talking to em tryna find me
Ain't wanna be a product of the things that was just surrounding me
But you can't plant a seed with weeds and expect it to come out a tree
I can't yes man my brother
You know we gone had to disagree
Different bitches takin orders everyday
I swear they like some worker bees
Nigga outchea movin' foul
Dawg you woulda swore it was no referee
My pops had left his only child yea you know that really damaged me
I'm the type a nigga that's gone find a way to thrive off negativity
I just made 400 off some green you could call that flexibility
They just threw my brother in cage dawg I swear it ain't no liberty
We came up in some really hard conditions, where the love, where the sympathy
Never been the type to ain't askin' for no handouts all I wanted was some empathy
How it's all these niggas want some charity but ain't got credibility
Way too many ppl claim they love me
But I know it's monetarily
I been chasin' nun but a bag
Got get breaded like I'm Sara Lee
I then faced my demons on these drugs
So you know it ain't nun scarring me
Had to come to term wit the fact that life would never weigh out fair for me

Written by:
Evan Sams

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