Linkz Boogz - U.S.A.

Well aware of my surroundings let them think that I'm going crazy
The first time was the last time that I let anybody play me
Play the background watch the world burn
Must adapt now as the world turns
Couldn't knock me down cause I stand firm
You a survivor then you will learn
Either play the game or you get played
Get chewed up if you live afraid
In the belly of the beast, New York City streets
Hustle for a piece just so you can eat
Your chances looking tiny, I'm off the radar you couldn't find me
Corona, ghetto grimy, I been on one, come and try me
I'm too real for the fake shit
I'm too ill for the matrix
Take the blue pill cause it's dangerous
You too chill, I'm impatient
Need it fast now before the hour past and the sand falls in the hour glass
Money's digital, running out of cash, I'm the iller dude this is not a match
All the pressure make me wanna die
All the passion in me make me wanna ride
I'm a soldier so I still survive
I'm a Lion, heart is full of fire
Real shit let's get it dog
They played us, let's get it all
Light a match, I'll set it off
Going all in, I'll bet it all
This is like the wild west stare down
Everyone's all scared now
Ain't nothing out here fair now
Money got them all acting weird now
Come through for them like a hundred times
That one time that it goes wrong
They break down, you the bad guy
Couldn't take a loss, couldn't move on
All negative with the news on
Too repetitive with your new songs
Love for the game, no love back?
I still get it in, fuck that
I'm a beast you know how I put it down
If you didn't know, now you know now
I'm alive they won't give me my props until I'm laid in a pine box
Thats just how it is, you know how it goes
Be the underdog with the hotter flows
Another unsung hero amongst all these weirdos
It's a dub living life fearful, Im'a take the wheel tell me where to
Like Uber, maneuver, steer clear from these losers
We soldiers and troopers, won't fold up never useless
So smarten up let's do this
I'm ahead of them by two steps
Mother fucker maybe even four
Five, six, maybe even more
Thats a check mate, get your flesh ate
Or a long syringe in your chest plate

Written by:
Michael Taveras

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