Maino - K.O.B. Intro
KOB bitchI don't wanna forget what I've been through
I don't wanna forget what I've come from
I come from a form of hopelessness
And I turned that shit to hope
I speak for my niggas in that jungle life
No dads
Had to watch their mother struggle nights
Beef cookin', grab the semi
Squeeze the nozzle tight
Can't escape feelin' trapped inside
A hustler life goosebumps, feel a breeze on
Them cold corners get excited
Come out runnin' when the dope call us
So what's worse
Killin' cops or them cop killers?
The system's broke
Why the fuck they let them cops kill us?
The city's in a protest my nigga still fit
Work them kis like it's Bow-Flex
On a stairmaster tryna climb
We need progress
Old lady screamin' somethin' comin'
She see more death
My brother's life inside the
Hands of 12 people
Money, cash, hoes like we chasin' 12 evils
Diamonds on my left wrist
What kind of world is this
We can't find jobs but they jail us
Big business
My homie said, "The shit you said is true
They don't need to turn up
These people need the truth"
Niggas need proof
Who else gon' give it to the youth?
We really out here sufferin'
They got us by a noose
Damn, if you a king you need
To rise and lead us through
Cause it's more to life than just
A couple watches and a coupe
Put yourself inside the mind of
A cop before he shoots
Black babies dyin', mothers cryin'
Don't know what to do
Give us that real shit, we need to feel shit
Separate the lames from the ones
That's on that trill shit
Street dreams, talkin' hundred mil' shit
Black mask
Black mag wrapped around a steel grip
My music is the soundtrack for
Niggas that'll squeeze gats
Drama lit, homie hit
Send at least three back
My big bro got a life
Sentence just for three cracks
Couple fences, couple letters, flicks
He just need that
Yeah, I'm a street nigga's hope
Nothin' more dangerous than a
Street nigga woke my music is the wings
Let my street niggas float
Give in to the pressure
Bet my street niggas won't
I told 'em I'ma sleep when I die
And I really hope the Lord can
Hear our screams in the skies
So I promise I'ma be the
Realest nigga in this life
Witness the crown, see a king rise tonight
When you look at my brothers
What's your first impression?
Does the sight of us leave you guessin'
Or do you understand the stressin'
The aggression
The look of no hope on my niggas' faces?
Like the Lord overlooked us when
He handed down his graces you see embraces
Fall short on the numb tips
Of street entrepeneur fingers
Stuck in the walls of the project halls
Where the coke smell still lingers
External blingers is all we can
Be cause on the
Inside we been given nothin to shine on
And a gig is harder to get than coke
So my niggas get they grind on
Cause the TV tells us, aim high nigga
Make all goals lateral
But that takes paper that we don't have so
Niggas put they souls up as collateral
Now, some niggas reclaim 'em
Some blame 'em, make an excuse to sell 'em
But when a nigga goes from
Not doin' to doin', what can you tell him?
Not to be a nigga? Shit I gots to be a nigga
That's how I pay the bills
And I'ma do that whether I got to sling
This coke or exploit these rhyme skills
See America makes you an opportunist
And at the same time
They institutionalize you
So the fact that niggas get
These big record deals big money and go to
Jail shouldn't surprise you
That's what lies do
You see most of these guys
Do have raw talent just
An infantile education
So the business feeds 'em all
The weed and ecstasy
And a little bit of paper
To provide some pacification
Written by:
GLEN BUSH, JERMAINE COLEMAN, ROBERT SMITH
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Lyrics © ONErpm, Songtrust Ave
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